HOME
Home is it a place? Is it a feeling?
Is it a person? Is it a pet?
How important is it to you? How does it look or feel to you?
Home.
It’s the moment when your nervous system exhales , thank GOD
Relaxation in your joints, your muscles release and peace in your blood
You flick the lights on,
Beckons does the sofa
Your favourite blanket waves its little hand,
Come to me my precious loving human friend
The scent in the air is an aroma of YES
Your sock pile as ever is in a big confusing MESS
Shoes ever piling up by the door
Knickers pouring out the drawer
You drop and roll into your blanket friend
A giant sushi roll filled with love
You fit inside like a perfect well worn glove
AHHHHHH you sigh kicking off your shoe,
Oh balls should have nipped to the bloody loo
Before wrapping myself like an oversized fajita.
You friend calls to see if you want to Meet her
There’s no way now
You can’t possible leave,
You’ve committed to your favourite fajita sushi roll
Crawling deeper and deeper into your comfort cave like a mole
This, my dear, is the feeling of home.
The Grey Space.
I see you there all exposed and raw
Needing to be in the world yet paradoxically wanting to withdraw
Nothing feels flowing,
Nothing is growing
Other than the relentless angst in your mind
Not knowing what to do yet knowing that sitting still is not helping
Longing for family, longing for home, longing for support
Yet not knowing where to turn
Only the yearn eating away inside
Wanting a family, Wanting support, wanting connection, wanting home
Tired of feeling so fucking alone
Yet not knowing how to ask.
Inside that inner light has gone out,
Inside sits an uncomfortable drought
The heart longs for love
The stomach cries fulfilment
The feet swim and paddle in search of connection
The mind drives you mad in search of perfection
You plant yourself on your well oiled meditation stump
Feeling heavy, labored and like an ungrateful old lump
Breathing in
Breathing out
You don’t want to fight
with this world
Yet the world continues to burn
And you continue to yearn
For that Sense of completion, wholeness, and trust
That everything is going to be ok
That everything is ok
Yet your mind drags you back to the loops
like the waking dream yanks you back in waking world giant hoop
Breathing in
Sighing out
………….
Finally you concur…..
To let go of clinging to the rope
To surrender
To loosen the grip
To give space to hope.
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I dream
You see I’ve got this dream I have
It’s of a future way of living
Where we all have cute houses all nearby
A Yoga space to play in
A fire circle to close the day in
It’s beautiful it’s not far from the ocean
It’s a place where you feel you’re soul is lit in motion.
It’s a place of dance, joy & creativity
Its not too hot, not to dry, a safe place to explore
A Real goldilocks place
Without the 3 bears
Unless we want them there
We have crops to grow
Fresh water to drink
A hot pool for water sessions
An ether dome for transgressions
Cute houses each to live in
A sense of community
For re establishing Community as the ultimate immunity
Events each week
A home for those who seek
Fulfillment
Love
Nature
Connection
Authenticity
Creativity
And to be out of the slavery of the modern globe.
A place for magic for all those who like to probe
Away from the chaos & parochial systems
A sanctuary for reconnection & really feel for family and how I missed them
Going back to nature
Growing with the land
Having fun and moving our bodies
Deciding how we want each day to look
Acting like we don’t give a fuck
But we do
We are caring souls
Protectors of the earth
Searching for our home, our hub, our place
And i Named it the Space.
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And my heart breaks.
Sat watching the news today
Which honestly is a rare sight
This week there’s a war in Israel
Bombs, guns missiles in all their might.
And my heart breaks.
Tears stream down my face
Seriously- in 2023 this is the human race?
There is nothing to own in reality
Even this human body is a fleeting entity
We are protectors of this land
Every mountain, hillside, forest and sand
Gifted to us to love and take good care
Not to claim, as ours, our religions,
To blow up, murder and snare
Inside the rage burns so intensely
My chest filled with grief
I feel so fucking sad
And mad
That this our world.
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