Recipe for a Mindful Summer



Savour the sunshine,

feast on the breeze,

distil its essence and

learn how to squeeze

gallons of flavour

where ounces occur;

sprinkle this hour

with seasoning – and stir.


I love herbs. My dill patch is a good place to feast on the breeze as it releases its lovely summer scent…








Lungs inhale

and drown dry

in murky places

flooded by drought.

Doubts rise,

mercurial deadfall

trapped in curdled chaos,

where dreams sink dumb-founded.


routs Freedom

until the Peacekeeper

is breathed in,

exhaled slow,

invited into capillaries,

sweet oxygenated blood

to cover

desperate respiration.


Fungal feeding frenzy,

malicious maggot malware,

nibbling, writhing,

homing in

where soft flesh is most exposed,

fondness for frailty

and appetite for Achilles heel

driving gluttony to new depths.

At first bite,

you panic;

to be thus consumed

wasn’t on your list,

or even your radar.


Nature demands that

dead flesh be disposed of;

it is the way of the world

to devour the dross,

ply fangs to cadavers.

When once Death is murdered,

what is alive can truly live.

Don’t suffer what is already dead

to be termed a loss;


rejoice that what is breathing,



is being purged,




The process of refinement can be so very painful! ┬áIt is hard to keep our eyes on the prize to come when we start losing parts of ourselves…but letting go of what is lesser to gain what is more moves us ever forward on our journey.