I write my way home to the stillness

I write in the borderland between dream and reality — where poetry and prose, feeling and thought melt into one. My texts are portraits of the soul, travel memories and small moments of wonder; often they trace the way through inner unrest toward a stillness one can call home.

I draw nourishment from nature and light, from journeys and encounters with ancient cultures, from horses and forests, from reiki and drum journeys, from the scent of flowers and oils. I am moved by unicorns and elves, by the souls of plants and animals, by the myths of the peoples of Aotearoa, Hawai‘i and the Andes.

Right now I carry two novel universes still in their becoming — and I share the pieces here as they arrive, in whichever language the inspiration chooses.