Morning

   The world is silent,         yet I hear          sporadic twittering of birds.     distant echo of the Sydney train –          warning whistle blasts,            the officious clattering of  rails.      Meaning is everywhere,                                                      each mote a swirling cosmos.                                                A sudden flash of sunlight                                                      gilds the leaves outside my window                                                Weeping cherry                                                      laughing at the dawn.

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The Black Cockatoo

This week I had an appointment in a very rural part of the mountains and, having left myself plenty of time to find the address, found that I was very early.  Not wanting to waste the beauty of a sunny day, I parked the car a little further along in a small, off-road area filled … More The Black Cockatoo

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Returning to the Self

This reflection formed part of a recent retreat held at Wentworth Falls, NSW. RETURNING TO THE SELF It is a lovely phrase, but what does it mean?  We may understand it intuitively, we may feel its gravitational pull, but our left-brains don’t quite know what to do with it. It is the essential blending which … More Returning to the Self

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