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Dads
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Not all dads are useless tw*ts
Some are something of a catch
But it’s also fair to say
There are a few who will intensely challenge you one way

Or another
It’s not to say every mother is perfect
But where we’ve been the last few weeks
It’s the babes and mamas that speak 
And say things like “My dad isn’t all that great
He’s made me feel pretty rubbish today.”

And of course not just one isolated incident
Because that wouldn’t be fair
But honestly, examples, I’ve plenty to spare
It does make me sad
Because my dad
He’s pretty cool, always encouraging
Even if what I’m excited about is not really his thing

And if I could share him I would
I have offered that to someone before
I realise what I have is quite unusual
Compared to others, taking a perusial 
I know - sorry - another new word
But hear me out, I know the bard
Wouldn’t mind, and, whilst I’m here,
I wonder what he
Was like as a papa 
To his little people.

Be decent, if you say you’ll do it go ahead
Would be some of the best advice 
If asked, I would have said
Think for a moment, be sensitive
And if you think it may be hurtful
I’d suggest perhaps 
To keep it at bay.

I get that sometimes it’s hard to get it right
Sometimes we’re all not feeling that bright
But take a deep breath and slow it down
It’s not about being a “man about town”
It’s about listening, learning and getting to know
The kids, the little ones, the ‘fruit of your loin’

Because the language they speak is different you see
Not always the same as you and me
And sometimes you have to lean in to hear
If not in person, metaphorically so
But it’s worth it, this taking the time
To really hear our children
I think it’s worth getting in line

For understanding them fully may lead us 
a whole new direction
They’re an incredible gift 
This next generation

The Spell of the Sea
​

Is there any better place to be
Than under the spell of the sea
Surrendering to her waves
Whilst miles below 
those mystical caves
Wait to be explored

Feeling the swell
Under the spell
Of the sea
So much she can teach me

About taking things in
My stride
Feeling pride
For little steps
I can make

For sometimes those mountains
That later looked like molehills
Were hard to scale
And then they pale

Into insignificance 
When faced
With the latest challenge
But you know what?

Because you’ve been hanging out in the sea
Like me
You know you can do it
Don’t need to prove it
To anyone but yourself.

Sometimes it’s a little like riding the waves
Knowing there’s caves
And you can get stuck
Bit of a head fuck
If I’m honest

But walking the path
Seeing the gifts
That come from the dark
From the pain
You know what?
I’d do it again.

Cat love


​Writing poetry
One handed with a cat
Purring on your knee
Like a lawnmower

Pinning you down
Head butting your face
Totally, totally 
Changing the pace 

Of life, what you need do
Stroke me, love me 
“It’s all about you”
That cat that is

For as soon as I move
He’s on it
Demanding, shouting
For food.

But in this space
It’s all about this
Cuddles and love
And a soggy nose
kiss

Insect Safari
​

I love the idea of micro adventures
Taking time off to camp, walk and be
Swimming in rivers, and the sea
But recently, whilst slowing down
Something else is intriguing me now

What if, and this probably isn’t for adrenaline junkies
Instead of thinking we must fly, travel to swing with monkeys
Through huge forests and enormous trees
We sat quietly, hands on our knees

And observed what was there, 
right in front of us here
Nano adventures I’m calling this one
It could be as simple as watching a swan

My favourite nano adventure
Is just out of my front door on the ‘shed bench’
Which is my name for it, officially it’s an arbour
But ‘she-shed’ is what I’ve called her

Way back many years ago
I’d watch my grandparents bird watching
And think “what are they doing?
Isn’t there somewhere better to be going?”

But now I’m getting it and love to stare
At the birds that fly through the air
We’ve been away in Kent and had parakeets visit
Which has been an absolute treat

But right here at home, we’ve gone one smaller
And “insect safari” is what I’ve called it
So here, we sit and we stare 
And they all visit the flowers right there
In front of us

It’s only a small area, crafted with love for all to enjoy
By my thoughtful and caring boy
Sitting here, time changes
No longer linear, almost stretching

Nothing matters in that moment
Except watching the hover fly land on the daisy
If my old self were to see me
I’m sure she’d think “how crazy

This is, just sitting and watching”
But there’s so much happening - it’s really intriguing
So perhaps try it
Next time you need some time out

Or another nano adventure
There’s many to choose
Watching raindrops chase each other down windows
And see which one will lose

Or stroking a dog
That’s another good one
The point isn’t that it’s wild, you see
I guess it’s all about learning to be

Present and mindful
And here in the moment
Insect safari
Maybe give it a go

And see if it’s true
Like for me, for you too
That time changes

Things 
Slow
Right
Down

Women


​I remember this feeling as whilst I was giving birth
When my daughter was joining us here on this earth
A feeling where I felt connected
To every woman who ever existed
Past, present and future
It was so primal, 
Almost tangible, 
And felt incredibly powerful
I’d never felt anything quite like it before
Seriously amazing, feeling the roar
Of womenkind everywhere.

I wonder in this world where women are hurting
If we can harness this feeling, all working
Together with passion
Beyond sharing style and fashion
To something far deeper

To what it’s all about 
Compassion and love
On a fathomless level

Whilst I’m here, 
I have to admit
I’m not keeping abreast of all
The devastating news
Around the world.
A while ago I decided that
If I were to watch things I couldn’t change
Felt disempowered from 
Where I couldn’t take action
That perhaps delving in for hours
Wasn’t the best thing to do with my power

As a gorgeous woman said to me recently 
I could read for days and still have no more handle
On the whys and wherefores of the whole situation
On the history and political standing
But to send love, I don’t need more understanding

To know others are struggling
Needs no more puzzling 
Do what you can
With what you have

Whilst I am here 
I wanted to say
Not saving it 
For another day
Mother Theresa said 
‘Peace starts at home’
Let’s heed that message, 
And make it a good one.
So whilst yes, definitely yes
Do reach out wherever you can
Let’s not forget that quote either
Helping another
Whether a struggling father
Or an exhausted mother
Listening to a child
Or whatever you like
Let’s work together
Day and night

We are birthing a new world
And can see the things we want and need
And those that we don’t 
Let these times be a warning that we must heed
Oppression, suppression in whatever country
We don’t stand for that, 
Don’t be a numpty
And wherever you can, 
Empower each other
Mother, daughter, child or lover

It’s time to stand up, 
Stand together
Whatever the hour, 
Whatever the weather
The time is here
The time is now
And if you’re asking how
Just look around
I know the answer can be found

We are one great race
Many beautiful people
Let’s stand with each other
Apart no longer 
For I am certain that
Together we are stronger

With love to all girls and women everywhere (and all the boys and men birthed by them) ❤️

No


It’s one of the smallest words out there
But also one of the hardest
It feels like reconditioning
To to able to listen in
And say ‘no’

So rarely I’ve flexed it
This ‘no’ muscle
It becomes quite a puzzle
How did it become quite so
So difficult to say ‘no’

A fear of not being liked?
Of fitting in?
Perhaps a need to be needed?
Or all of them?

Somehow with age
Turning the page
I found that it wasn’t that bad
Wasn’t that hard

And, at last
I could do it
Wait for it…
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, 
No, no, there’s no limit!

I can look after me
Learn a new way to be
And start to stop 
And know when to say no.

Finally. Thankfully.
No thank you
Not for me today
Perhaps another day.

Can a book save you?

Can a book save you?
It’s fair to say it really helped me
And whilst there was a combination of space, friends and sea
I know it was a part of rescuing me

Before, it had become slightly manic
The world situation had me in somewhat of a panic
And parenting a teen
Weeeelllll if you’ve been
There, you’ll know
It’s not always a flow
Of harmony and joy

Don’t get me wrong
Sometimes it’s magical
But sometimes impractical
To think the ride will be smooth

So I’m grateful to this little book
That as part of a combination of things
Really helped me to look
Differently at life

And see the impermanence of all
And how not realising that
Contributed to my fall
To my dis-ease of living 

I’m learning a gentler way
I probably need much more practice I’d say
But there is hope and there is light
And I’m grateful for both of those tonight

Write your own headlines
​

“Oh Yay! Oh Yay!”
The town crier would say
“Here’s the news
Here’s the views 
Of the world
Here’s what you should think
How you should feel”

Now the papers
And the internet
They tell you 
What not to forget

But how about
This turnaround
What if we write
Our own story tonight

To sell in the morning
Would that be transforming?

Woman takes time out
Exhausted mother of three
Goes to climb a tree
Rediscovers her laugh
And her beautiful smile

Tired and anxious mama
Discovers swimming with friends
She goes in the river with the heron
And finds herself daring
To do more
And again to explore 
Possibilities that abound

Child steps away from the screen
And thinks "where have I been?
Life is bigger than that
Time to go walk with the cat"

Simple things, little choices
But we can decide
Do we hide our light
In the news and fearful times
That we’re told to believe

Is it possible there’s a benefit
To remaining in fear?
Not for you my dear,
As an individual, oh no
But perhaps for the powers that be

Fearful folk are easier to control
And whilst that may not be the goal
It’s hard to deny
There’s not much positivity 
On the ‘news’

I’ve taken a break from nearly all of it now
Along with a book, good friends and the sea
It’s definitely brought a sense of calm to me
So, if you’re overwhelmed and struggling
May I recommend 
A notebook and pen

And write your own headline
I’d love to read it, if you explore this
Then perhaps also the byline
And then before you know it
You could totally change your focus

And see, like me, what’s really going on
In your space
In front of your face
And mostly, mostly
It’s not death and destruction
And high alert and panic

Then sometimes you can breathe
The tension can ease
And joy can return
Like the unfurling of a fern

Write your own headlines today
Give it a go
You never know the magic
It might start
The happiness it might spark


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