Musings.

The experience in the moment with nature brings all manner of inner stirrings to the surface. The wind caressing my cheek is fluttering the leaves of a eucalyptus.


Ripples in tide pools move through my heart and I am just as likely to have a poem, prose or verse well up as I step across a small crevice or meander through a rainforest.


I am immersed in all manner of creation, and art emerges in the form it wishes to flow into beingI hope you find enjoyment and more in these offerings

Verse 1.

Verse 2.

Poetry