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  • A Weed’s Farewell

    For those who dwell where they are not appreciated. May you find your place to bloom.

    Bolted, like a plant too eager to bloom

    Now stretched out, gone to seed and

    Full of the bitterness of pressure

    And changeable weather.

    Hack me back to my roots

    Take the seeds of potential

    Which I have quietly nurtured

    And spread them far from here.

    Where the water is plentiful

    And the seasons mild

    Where I can turn my face to the sun

    And dance in the rain.

    In your eyes I have been but a troublesome weed

    Yet when you watch me bloom and unfurl

    I guarantee that you will see what I have

    Always known, 

    in my roots,

    in my quiet wisdom

    I am a radiant, strong and passionate flower.

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  • In the Arms of the Evergreen (Poem)

    In the Arms of the Evergreen (Poem)

    Today I found a beautiful evergreen tree, curled up onto one of it’s branches and listened to the rain, this poem came to me. I hope that you enjoy this love letter to the wise watchers, those trees that just make you gape in awe at their timelessness. Here is a recording from the branches of my tree muse, the text and below that the story of how it came to be. Enjoy!

    In the embrace of your boughs

    I feel the smallness of a young child

    in awe at the lines on an elders face.

    Touching them with questioning fingers,

    knowing that you have witnessed time’s slow march

    and survived it.

    The reassuring sway of your leaves,

    whispering words of comfort to my questioning soul.

    Sheltering me from the rain,

    creating a caccoon of comfort against the unpredictable elements,

    as I unburden myself of my troubles.

    The strength of your branches to hold not just my fragile frame

    but the weight of the world that has heaped onto my shoulders.

    It fills me with wonder,

    the weightless feeling of being held in the arms

    of a wise being, a watcher

    without judgement.

    The timelessness of your holding

    and the grace in which you stand

    makes me wonder how many other

    wondering,

    wandering souls

    you have witnessed and held in your time here on this Earth.

  • Poem: Ebb & Flow

    Poem: Ebb & Flow

    Written after a snorkelling expedition off Plymouth Hoe where I discovered a beautiful little nook where some tiny Pollack fry were floating in a bed of lush, green algae! It was so beautiful and so peaceful to just float and observe this tiny microcosm of life! Being underwater is such a nourishing and connecting space for me to just lose myself in the wonders and magnitude of life.

    Ebb & Flow

    I let the ebb and flow,

    the ebb and flow

    carry me, carry me to and fro

    as I watch the tiny fish fry move as I do

    with the ebb and flow

    the ebb and flow.

    The vibrant green of the algae

    swaying with the ebb and flow

    the ebb and flow

    and all the treasures which lie beneath my beating feet

    drifting with the ebb and flow

    the ebb and flow.

    From the sunlit zone above

    to the depths of the deep below,

    we all dance with the ebb and flow,

    the ebb and flow.

  • The SeaWyld Manifesto

    The SeaWyld Manifesto

    I wish for all the projects and energies of SeaWyld have the power to:

    Rekindle human connection with the natural world.

    Promote sustainability, conservation and stewardship for local and global wild spaces

    Use nature connection as a tool to improve mental health, well being and resilience.

    Combine art, music and the outdoors as channels for reconnecting to self, others and the natural world.