Words hurt, please treat gently upon my soul when you speak

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I have a long ‘practiced’ response to threat, which is shock and shut down. Its my default to difficult situations, I wish it wasn’t, it gets me hurt. A whole new world of pain has opened up in my grief, its been 4 years since hubby died, feels like yesterday and forever ago in the same heartbeat. I recently was speaking to someone I haddn’t met before, and fell into a whole new painful trap. When the found out hubby died, the sentance after the shoe shuffle and ‘Oh I’m so sorry’ was ‘When did he pass?’ when I said, the reflex response I received was a shock, BIG TIME. 101 ways to meet new people, get back out there, find someone new.

WHY for the love of sanity why does society feel the need to fix and to have ‘deadlines and goals/targets’ for every thing in life. Grief doesn’t come with a clock, it just IS and I’m doing the best I can with the resources I have. I am NOT remotely ready to get back out there, find someone new. My soul mate was not a pair of shoes, that have worn out and needs replacing. First it was once the funeral is over ‘you should’ have bounced back to your old self, or embraced this ‘whole new you and start exploring’. It just doesn’t work like that.

I’m not sure where all this back of a fab packet advice on grief comes from, is it from greetings cards? Is it what happened to you and since no one has shown you another way, that’s the line you are going with? Each grief is different, how it happened, what lead up to that moment, what happened during, just after and since. All these things impact on how we react to events.

Death is not like on TV, its not always gentle, quiet, or quick. Grief is not like it is on TV, emotions are messy, noisy and loud. I forgive you if you can’t be around me when I have a meltdown, but that IS you and your reaction. It is NOT ok to correct, blame or shame me for how I’m doing, or what I’m doing. I’m not hurting anyone, I’m grieving, and its not pretty. I don’t have the capacity to ward off your advice when it hurts, so I avoid you, just as much as you avoid me. The separation hurts, but not more than hurtful words that I just can’t file as ‘well she means well’ any more. I’ve been hurt too much, too often for too long now and I’m done people pleasing my way through this.

Most people have forgotten this has happened, their busy lives were barely touched by this, and other thing fill their time. It is different for me, I don’t understand why they cannot see that, cannot show compassion. What have I most needed in my grief, company, a silent witness, who will be there by my side for a while. Someone I can talk to day or night, who gets me, even though they don’t know what this is like, they don’t try to change it, or fix it, they are just THERE.

Talking about grief is needed, every single one of us will experience this, if u have another living anything in your life this will touch you too one day. Like they say ‘Grief is the price we pay for love’. Is this the only thing I want to talk about? No but I’m done trying to find someone to talk to about this, done seeking permission to grieve how I am grieving. I am doing this alone, because there is no other option. I’m doing this alone because when I reach out and am corrected judged and shamed it hurts too much. So I journal, I scribble, I drum, I cry, I hold crystals, and I read books, or have audio books when I can focus to read. I write poems from the depths of my soul that Emily Dickenson would be proud of. Those poems those journals, they are the one place I can express how this feels, what it is like to live this day by day.

Everything born will one day die, loss will happen. Can’t we just walk each other home and be there for each other in a kind loving gentle way?



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Anyone else struggle with boundaries? Where everyone else dumps their boundaries on you but you struggle to find the words to articulate your own needs and boundaries? I really struggle. I know what I like, what I don’t like, how I do and don’t want to be treated but I’ve spent so long squiching myself into the ‘boxes’ ie boundaries and expectations of others that I haven’t found the words to voice my own.


Here are a few blog posts I’ve been reading about boundares

I have no words yet, just sharing things I’ve been reading about.

Thanks for reading



Quality over quantity

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Its been a while since I wrote, I haven’t had words, not kind words, not helpful words and I didn’t want my first post of the year to be negative, so I have waited. In books a lot is spoken of divine timing, that thing where stuff doesn’t happen when you want it but when you are ready for it. Some things have been coming together this week that have proven that to me, so I’m back to share.

Don’t know about you, but I struggle big time with doing anything nice for ME, for others yes, in a heart beat but for me, nope, if its not essential it doesn’t happen.. then I saw an advert on TV while I was in my dark place of despair with the mean girl, black dog n grief monster all giving me a pummeling an advert for a new magazine collection. Its called Mind, Body Spirit and I will link to it later in the article. It has sections on meditation, herbal remedies, aromatherapy, massage, runes, tarot palm reading even angel cards.

Well it was so perfect I was itching to get it, I managed to get issue one and after ages of shall I shan’t I (with an inner child standing in front of me hopping from one foot to another begging me) for once in my life I said yes. I am learning that when my soul calls to me this loud, its a good plan to listen, only good things have come from following soul calls like this. I’m so glad I did, now there is happy post coming once a month, rain or shine without me having to do anything more (set up direct debit for it) and its a monthly treat. The magazine comes out weekly but they will be posting monthly. I shall set aside one day a week to chill, and have a retreat day to include this magazine šŸ™‚


I used to be very into rubber stamping and paper crafts but my mojo has laid in rest with my late husband. Have been in a very dark place for a long time, last year Gorguss stamps, those soulful looking girl stamps called to me, and I got a few to stamp around my poems in my journal.

Feeling very low and exhausted I found myself on You Tube and decided to look up mixed media art. This was the best thing I have done for myself in a long time, oh the pretty colours, the messy play, that acrylic and inky stampie fun that I missed. I watched a video by Dina Wakely and had a go at drawing a face, OMG it was the best face I’ve EVER drawn!

Dina Wakely

I had heard of this lady long ago, back in my own mixed media days 2010 era but had not bought her books as North Light have a passion for putting text and patterns UNDER the main text in the book and with my dyslexia I can’t read that. So I admit I hadn’t really got into her stuff before. Divine timing though, as just watching a few of her videos has got me itching to get the paints out. I have bought clear stamps of her faces stamps (all the gals) and her scribbly wings are on order as I figure they have open space into which I can write inspiring phrases.I also love love love her birdies stamps too. (sits on hands) and I ‘need’ her books! (stop it now, its becoming an obsession, new fave toy much!)

I have saved a couple of sketchbooks for so long as the blue wave by Daler Rowney has now been discontinued but I just might need to take a leap of faith n get painty in them. So thank you thank you Dina Wakely for being such an inspirational, empowering teacher and for making me want to make art again.

Tim Holtz

Ahh ‘Sir’ Tim as we used to call him on a stamping forum (hey Sid x) I’ve long loved his style of stamping before I got into paint I was very much into the grunge style of rubber stamping, I have invested in one of his grunge stamp sets and also another which has a CROW on it, me n that crow are going to have fun, I can tell. Crow has been keeping me company for a while now, I feel he wants to come into my art as well as my poems.

I do need some more paint, some of my Winsor & Newton Galeria tubes got damaged and dried out but the new ones are plastic so when funds have recovered from the stamp spend I will be off to Cowling and Wilcox to restock. Will I share the art here, or on my Billie’s Craft Room blog….time will tell, depends how I use it, if I can find strength to paint again when the weather relents and lets my hands work, IF I can ever get the GP to change the meds that have left me with double vision since July last year, then I hope to play again.

For now, I am grateful for some hope of an option for something arty coming back into my life. I am struggling to survive and don’t really want to survive,I don’t feel worthy of doing something nice for me, not sure I deserve to enjoy anything, don’t feel ready to enjoy things. So for now like my scribbling with pencil to let out the pain and the darkness when I don’t have words, for now that is how the painting will be. My anger and despair have created some really nice backgrounds, perhaps I can go back to those pages and develop them some more with the new stamps. Time will tell.

Please pray I can get the meds changed so I can see straight!


Ok I’ve mentioned some new stuff so here we go for a whole new world of linky fun.

Here is the video that got me into Dina Wakley:


Well there we have it, something positive to post about, hope you enjoy the videos and can’t promise not to post any more dark poetry, I’m just not in a pretty unincorns n fluffy bunnies place right now. I’d like to be so maybe the new magazine, a med change and some art will help me find a softer space.


Sending you peace, love, light, hope and compassion





Goodbye 2016

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And so as another year comes to an end, its the traditional time to think back on what have been the highs and lows through the year. Its also a time often used to make new years resolutions, well blahh to that, I gave that up long ago; however Susannah Conway has some wonderful printables on her website to help you say farewell to 2016 and ease into 2017 on your terms and they are amazing! I’ve put a link at the end of the post so you can find them too.

Finding your word

My word for 2016 was ‘Nourish’. I needed and still do need nourishing, mentally, physically and emotionally so Nourish may well get another outing this year. Susannah has a series called Find your Word on the blog post I’ve linked to, so I’ll be spending the next few days, considering the options for my word for 2017.

Unravel Your Year 2017 is a workbook by Susannah Conway is also excellent and I’ve printed that out too. It looks very interesting, useful, empowering and supportive so its well worth a look at. So far my only concrete plan for 2017 is that I’ve enrolled for Susannah’s class 78 Mirrors to furtherĀ  my tarot studies, I want to read just for myself for personal development and as a way to get in touch with my inner guidance/ my spiritual sat nav if you like. There is a LOT that NEEDs doing next year but a lot of it is beyond my control and I am a control freak, so I’m finding it difficult. I also like the sound of Write your Soul which enrols 11 January but will have to save up for that one.

2016 has been ‘one of those years’, where I had hopes for things that really needed to happen and although I am a step closer, they still feel a long way off from completion and other things have to wait till the earlier steps are done. I’m just working on survival at this point.

I am very happy to have treated myself to a simply gorgeous A5 Malden, in the teal green/blue and its amazing, so soft, so supple, very huggable, feels devine. This will be my journal companion to my spiritual journey next year. I was also delighted to be gifted a book called Wheel of the year by Teresa Moorey and Jane Brideson as I want to explore a year of seasonal earth based discovery. My body is very linked to the weather and the seasons, my mood and pain levels very much directed by light and temperature so I want to find out more about this. I loved Kindling the Native Spirit book by Denise Lin which I read this year. Runes are going well, made of holly wood and they look feel and are amazing. As are Oracle decks, I now have one angel deck and the collection of Tarot cards is growing. With The Fountain Tarot being my latest addtion, OMG amazing artwork brillant cards to journal orĀ  meditate with the images.

The biggest thing I’ve learnt this year was that FOLLOWING my heart is a good thing.

When I do that, things work out, when I don’t, I feel so bad, like Ive let myself down and have treated my self so unkindly by not listening to ME.I’m still planner girl, lists everywhere but I’m also taking time out to meditate, to watch the sun rise n set, to listen to birdsong, to watch clouds, to smell the seasons.

Each season does have its own smell; growing up and smelling the hops as they were harvested in the autumn taught me that, but the smell of frost, of snow, of summer of spring, of wet mud, or cut grass. All these things matter, step away from screens and take 5 minutes to look at the clouds, and the sky, smell the air, and let some air into your soul.

Poetry is still happening, haven’t published much this year as a lot of it is too dark, my soul processing my loss, and its a cross between Edgar Allan Poe and Emily Dickinson and I’m trying to share hope in these pages, not just a personal vent of negative emotions n grief. I’ve still bought the occasional magazine for the clear stamps on the back. I just wish my hands would be well enough to let me do what I need to in the day AND have some strength left for craft but that is not the case. I’m still struggling to do essentials right now. So lets all say ‘Goodbye 2016, don’t let the door hit you in the ar** on the way out.’

My wish for us all is that we find; hope, compassion from those around us and patience with ourselves while we make our way in the world. One foot in front of the other, one breath at a time, one step at a time. There are times when a good cry or hiding out under a blanket are absolutely what is needed.

May we be kind to ourselves especially if those around us are not.


My phase for the year: I am on the page that I am on, until the page turns.

May your days be as gentle as possible with you, and may you find ways to make each moment as soft as possible.

Sending you all, peace, light, hope and compassion

Billie x

November Catch up

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This one is just a catch up, lots going on in November some of the coping strategies worked too.

E-course 30 Days of Hecate with Joanna Powell Colbert, this was fab and I am going to do her 30 Days of Yule class too. December 25 is still painful subject, I feel drawn to try a year of EarthĀ  based systems, no previous memories or associations, I can let them be what they are and no more. If you would like to find out more, I’ll add a link at the end for where you can find her courses.

Daily Guidance e-course with Susannah Conway was AWESOME. This one was on Oracle and Tarot and I loved it and totally want to do the next one up, 78 Mirrors which is just on Tarot. Before this I was highly skeptical on Tarot, now I’m really interested in learning more. I enjoy the healing and journaling aspect of it. Like its the inner me communicating. Will add link to her page and you can investigate what classes call to you.

Just started Writing You Grief with Megan Devine. OMG its amazing! When I read the description of this class earlier in the year, I cried, it felt just what I needed, timing wasn’t right, I’d just signed up for Daily Guidance class. However October to Feb are difficult times for me with so many triggers and anniversaries. So I decided now was a good time.

I was nervous before class started, mean girl in my head gave me hell ‘ what are you doing? Now? This is your hardest time, this will be so triggering, this is mad!’ but her voice comes from a place of fear not a place of love, and I still clicked ‘BUY’ and treated myself to a beautiful journal for it. I tided the desk and set aside special time to write, with soothing sounds, and a singing bowl to start n end my writing session. Its been so healing. I’m only 4 days in and already I just know this was the right thing for me, right now. In my journal, no one tries to tell me not to say that, I can speak my truth, share my pain, my truth, write what I need to.

Not sharing prompts that’s not allowed but what my journalling did give me was this phrase. ‘What I need most is a witness NOT a judge’. I feel so judged by anyone who speaks to me, when you have lost someone, you are treated like you are toxic and avoided, or those that do venture closer, stare at you, trying to see if you are about to ‘go off on one’, most of the time I don’t have the energy to blub or to speak my truth as I’ve learnt its not acceptable to do that. I don’t feel inclined to lie to make ‘you’ feel better, you aren’t making me feel better and I don’t have the energy for mind games. I think my previous post went into all this so I’ll stop now. But I so wish it would be ok to reply to platitudes with ‘what I most need is a witness not a judge’.

Writing the cards for December 25th was so painful, self harm on a mental level, it took a mug of hooch and Pink cd played loud to get through it. Wrapping gifts was a little less emotionally painful as it appealed to my creative side more. Once again my situation forced me to confront my issues like it or not, I carefully selected cards from Sainsbury’s online for those who made no mention of glitter. It may look pretty but my OCD hates it, coz it gets everywhere and is hard to get rid of. Guess what, all the cards arrived and still have glitter on šŸ˜¦ Hooch helped! The good news is, all are back in the cupboard ‘ready’ they can go out as needed and I don’t need to think about December 25 anymore.

For others struggling with the grief monster, head over to the Bereavement tab as there I have gathered sites that may be of interest to you.

I am very excited to have ordered a set of runes, from Ebay. I went for Holly as the description of the wood properties sounded awesome. I’ve been watching some great tutorials on You Tube by Tarot Tribes too.

So this is me, still lost, still bewildered and still grasping at things to try to find a reason to stay, a reason to keep my broken heart open to a world that feels so alien. Daily meditation is really helping, when I don’t do it, the whole day feels off.

What I have learnt is that you can’t know, you just have to be ok with feeling how you feel and go with that as best you can. When things start to spiral its the cue to STOP and rest, running faster won’t get you caught up, you will just get more tired and it all spirals.

If I have repeated anything for my last post ‘meh’ that’s just how my brain is right now. I’m learning to try not to apologize for the page I’m on. I’m on the page I’m on, until the page turns.


Here are the links to the places mentioned during the post.

Best wishes and thanks for reading, hope you find something helpful or interesting in these pages and links.

Sending you peace, light, hope, compassion and courage to keep going

Namaste xx


Two years on, but it feels like this morning.

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Thursday 10 November 2016, will be the second anniversary of my husbands funeral. I am not OK, my body is here but I am just a ghost. ‘I’ am still at the hospital; replaying it all every which way, to make it end differently. I am not ready to ‘move on‘ to ‘get on with this ‘new’ life’ like its some shiny new wonderful thing I asked for. No one asks for this. Today’s post is going to discuss things NOT to say to me or others like me who are bereaved, especially those of us who lost someone to sudden or unexpected death. But I’ll also share some things I’ve found helpful in my journey, so I hope you’ll keep reading till the end.

Please grab a brew and a biscuit, its a long post today šŸ˜‰

How Are You?

WRONG never, never ask me this question and here’s why.

  1. Do you actually want to know?
  2. Are you actually interested?
  3. Are you actually listening or is this just filling air and a reflex question for you?
  4. Even if you feel you can honestly say ‘yes’ to the first three, if you will feel compelled to offer advice from a place of non experience then please, as Megan Devine would say ‘Just stop right there.’

Are we are sitting down together? Do you have a little time? Do you care and actually want to know, without judgement, or suggestions and please know, I can see this in your eyes coz post bereavement, believe me the BS detector gets the mother of all upgrades and I can detect BS from a mile away. If you can see the pain, exhaustion and fear in my eyes and can offer to be witness to all this, let me talk about what I need to, hold my hand. Maybe make me tea, wrap me in a blanket and hold me. Or just pass me tissues and let me be with this. Go ahead….ask.

This ‘How are you?’ might be a throw away question for you but for me it is like a minefield. I panic like a cat caught in headlights, how should I answer? I check your eyes, are you looking at me? Do you look like you might listen, might care? Or have you noticed the pause, while I’mĀ  trying to decide if I need to lie to make you feel OKĀ  and the fear is now in your eyes, that I might actually tell you. But I am super sensitive to emotions and signals and your panicked expression triggers the only response I can manage without either outright lying which I don’t want to do or have the energy to do, so I go with ‘Oh you know, breathing in and out’. At best you dismiss this quickly enough without noticing the energy or effort this took.

If all this was too much for you, then please just go with; ‘Has your day been kind?’ That way I don’t have to lie and you don’t have to hear my pain, and since I can’t hack it, with 2 years into my most recent experience of it, I guess it would be a stretch to expect you to have a try at it too. Megan Devine sums it up very well in this video


I am not OK

Year One

So, here I am, not coping with my grief, what now? Well I got through the first year in shock n shut down. This second year has been a mixture of reality checks, disbelief, anger, a lot of confusion, did I mention anger? When the blessed numb wears off a whole raft of other stuff washes in. I’ve been on the floor crying my soul out a lot, there has not been a lot of sleep, there has been a lot of primal noises; there are plenty of times when sounds are the only way to express what you cannot in words. I had a few months counseling with a lovely lady from Cruse Bereavement care in 2015 and here I am on the second anniversary and I’m still trying desperately to find a gentle way to process all that happened. Evolution takes time, not your time, ITS time.

When I could actually focus enough to read I have read me a library of books not just on grief but also on Buddhism, Mindfulness etc. Some have helped, some have been useful companions, but what I learnt sadly was as I reached the end of each of them, they didn’t have THE answer, the holy grail, the fix, the phrase that would make all this feel better, make it OK, make it softer. Back to the floor n the tissue box.

Year Two

Along with more books, this year I’ve been getting a bit more metaphysical with things and have found GREAT comfort in crystals, firstly their beautiful colours but they do all have unique energy and holding them does make me feel different. So I have a growing crystal habit collection which is shifting the energy around.

Meditation is helping, just finding ways to be still. The whole tuning into a quiet space within me, this wouldn’t have worked in the early days, everything was a turmoil so I guess the fact that now and then there is a still space within me is progress right?

Journalling has been a healing companion, confidant and helps me let out some of the pain, I cannot put into words out-loud. When my time with Cruse ended, I was still having a lot of flashbacks to the events of the night my husband passed. It’s your brain trying to process it all, but I found writing about it, what happened, in the journal, allowed my head to gradually settle, like I didn’t have to keep going over it to remember it all, because it was written down. I used to write more than I do now. but these things evolve, no rules, just what I need when I need it.

Letters help too, I write myself letters for the following year, when I discover something that worked so I can tell myself about it for when the pain hits at the most difficult times. I have letters for birthdays, his and mine, anniversary’s, and also the dreaded December 25th. I have not made peace with December the 25th, it is referred to by date or in the American version, ‘the holidays’.

Given the help I have found in journalling, in the summer I took; ‘The Sacred Alone’ e-course by Susanna Conway. It was amazing, it really helped shift some energy around my fear of being alone and I now have a daily practice of meditation, the crystals and I’m enjoying her Daily Guidance e-course on Oracle and Tarot.

I adore my Oracle cards, picked carefully after watching a flip through of the decks on You Tube to be sure I liked the images. The cards are like best friends might be, each brings their own personality of art and words. I can pick cards any time of day and night and find encouraging words to uplift me, hold me and guide me in ways I need. I’ve put Susannah’s details in at the end of this post, see links below.

Whats next?

October to January are the worst for me, so many birthdays of those I’ve lost and anniversary’s relating to them.Self love September, has continued a bit and I’ve stockpiled some books, decks and treats to help me have things to look forward too. Yes I know shadow comforts, but its the page I’m on! Rebecca Campbell’s books are holding me together right now, she is AMAZING do check her out in the links at the end of this post.

I have just signed up for Megan Devine’s e-course ‘Writing your Grief’, a daily email prompt to help me journal how it all feels, it is time to speak my truth about grief, if only to a journal. You can find out about this course on her website Refuge In Grief. See links at end of this blog post. Heads up, the next class starts 21st November 2016 places are limited so sign up now if you can.

I already have a grief journal where I write to my husband, telling him stuff, how it feels but for the class above I have treated myself to a Peter Pauper Press Journal, a real stunner, look.

This journal I intend to write to me, for me. Since my letters have been so helpful perhaps this will be too. Do I think I’ll want to read back all my pain, I don’t know, maybe it might help one day maybe not, I will be writing this whilst honoring my journey, speaking my truth in a way I cannot to those around me. Society does not want to discuss death, it wants to pretend it doesn’t happen, you may talk about sex but not death. Well this is the journal where I can tell it how it is, how it feels, what works to soothe my grief and what doesn’t. Since I’m likely to be in the depths of my pain as I do this, a beautiful journal to honor my words seemed right.

Did you make it to the end of the page? I am really grateful if you did, either you care, you are trying to find ways of supporting someone else through the pain of grief or you too have found yourself on Planet Grief as Helen Bailey calls it. And it sure as heck feels like a different planet. I am changed, at a molecular level by my loss, nothing feels the same, I am not the same person I was before this happened. I still feel like a pile of ash, not ready to do the phoenix thing, but at least I’m startingĀ  to try to gather what I can from the scattered shattered pieces surrounding me. Time does strange things when you are in grief, so maybe you are reading this at silly o’clock at night coz sleep is a distant memory. I get that, I hear you. If you are on that page, please do check out the tab at the top of the blog called Healing, as I have a tab for bereavement and lots of links to books or websites to save you having to search the whole internet for more support in your own journey.

This is the point in the post where in the past I apologize for its length. Not today, this is what my soul needed to say. I hope it will find those who need to hear it and help them in their own journeys. The road is hard enough, we all need someone to pass us a torch, offer a little food, or point us at a few options for a path they tried. This is me ignoring my advice on not offering advice, what can I say, I have an over active helping gene. But in my early days of grief any offers of a path worth trying from those who are on the same page as me, was welcome.


Here are some links to places that may be of interest to you. Each of these people has made a big difference to my grief journey, they are bright lights of hope in the darkness.

  • Bereavement. This is where I have gathered things I found helpful, save you a big search.
  • Refuge in Grief This is Megan Devine’s home page, you can find her e-course here too, Writing Your Grief
  • Susannah Conway A wonderful lady who has been through this too and has some really great e-courses. Her newsletters called ‘Love letters’ are really kind too. Do Sign up
  • Rebecca Campbell Author of Light is the New Black and Rise Sister Rise.
  • Helen Bailey, Helen was my total mentor in my early days, her blog tells it how it is. Sadly she too has now passed. but her blog is wonderful and has a lot of helpful links there too.


Sending you all peace, love, light, hope, gratitude and compassion

Billie x



Corvid Calls. Poem

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Here is today’s poem for the Writers Digest Poem A Day Challenge November 2016. Today’s prompt was Spirit Animals. Mine are Corvids right now.


Corvid Calls

Each morning I am greeted

By a cawing sound

The corvids have returned again

And gather all around.


Sitting on the rooftops

Bashing on the metal

Tapping and a calling

To everyone around.


Standing up so tall and proud

Calling out so Loud!

Calling up a welcome friend,

Calling up a crowd.


Looking out for danger

Looking out for friends

Looking out for mischief

As the darkness ends.


But after calling loudly

And bowing so polite,

A couple rest contentedly

To be in in each others site.


After reading Denise Lin’s book, Kindling the Native Spirit I’ve wondered what my spirit animal might be. When I asked to be shown what animal might be mine, I began to see a lot of crows around. Each day there are at least two on the roof of the house behind mine. Watching out for me, its comforting to think of them in this way.

There will be new poetry prompts each day in November on Writers Digest, look at their What’s New area of the site and for PAD Challenge Novemer 2016.

Writers Digest

Day 2 PAD Challenge November 2016

Much respect and gratitude to Magpies of Edmonton for their kind permission to use their photo of the crow.

Best wishes and thanks for reading, see you soon. Namaste