
The Wayward Path
Navigating with no map but the compass of my heart
Reflections and poetry inspired by the woods and moors, and my experiences in healing from Parkinson’s Disease and cancer.
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Navigating with no map but the compass of my heart

Walking through the healing fire that is chemo

Continuing despatches from inside a dismemberment

Mythic snippet from inside a dismemberment

A new diagnosis, a new journey into trust and despair, love and fear, and how the opposites always dance together

Magic lies in a different perspective

Words have felt too finite to describe this passage through emptiness. Yet tonight the full moon nudged me to write again...

Disrupting the linear.

What happens when we cease to 'fight' illness and instead, dance with it?

A poem for all those grieving right now, whether it's for the loss of a loved one or for the loss of kindness, sanity and love in our world.

On travelling through the strange space between wellness and illness.

Learning the art of being lost on purpose

Sometimes a new vista opens up, a fragile whiff of freedom that's so welcome on the days when my limitations seem to define me.

Through the bone-white days of this passage I step, vagabond traveller in its trackless hours. The land, here, marked by dark scatters of feathers, and there, a bare-limbed tree insists stark presence.

On turning a bit of dominant culture upside down and emptying out its pockets

Meditation has become a core healing practice for me since my diagnosis. It's bringing me a surprising amount of sheer joy, which has to be good for my dopamine levels...

The Diagnosis

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