This November day, I wish all who visit here a moment of peace.

May you take a breath from all your thoughts, look up, even if a ceiling greets you, and imagine the canopy of your world filled with light.  A thousand stars twinkling in your mind’s eye!

I wish you a breath of cool air,  if your day is full of turmoil, and a moment of heart ease if your suffering is great today.

To all in difficult situations, I wish the resilience to pass through with compassion for yourself and those who may be causing them, and forgiveness for the anger which can rise so easily on both sides.

I leave you with some beautiful words:

‘You do not need to know precisely what is happening, or exactly where it is all going. What you need is to recognise the possibilities and challenges offered by the present moment, and to embrace them with courage, faith and hope.’

Thomas Merton






It’s September, and the season here is ready for a change.

The blackberries declared it end of summer in July this year, tired of waiting, and now we too must accept summer is on the wane.

The Buddhists declare life is impermanence and I think that feels more and more so in this changing world.

To discover joy and peace is to embrace it,  and truly see things as they are.

It feels almost impossible to imagine this world evolved and at total peace, with the global headlines of 2017, and yet there are those who believe this could yet be a reality.

It is an incredible thought to imagine human beings understanding each other without error, without fear, and with complete love. But we are human, and for some reason we have been given all of our sides!

Remembering the creations of immense beauty the human has achieved in states of love is humbling, and perhaps the place to begin.

Remembering the acts of pure courage in the face of wickedness is a place to continue.

And finally seeing the acts of total forgiveness when living with loss and grief must be the place to rest, and stay, and learn, and evolve.

From the family, to friends, neighbourhoods, villages, towns and cities. From community to countries, alliances and to the entire planet.

Betrayal, corruption, greed and competition exists even within a family. This thing we do, so badly, begins at home. We simply have to evolve. It is time for change.




July Words

If life is a journey, what happens at the end?

Tara Brach has a lovely quote of a wise Buddhist monk asked by his pupil, ‘What happens when we die? To which the monk replies he doesn’t know. The pupil is disappointed in this great teacher’s lack of knowledge and asks him how he cannot know. To which the monk replies ‘Well I haven’t died yet, but I’ll let you know when I get there!’

(Paraphrased – apologies and thanks to T Brach!)

In embracing death we embrace our beautiful, complicated lives.

We cherish our loved ones even when we suffer from things they do or say.

We accept our precious time here is unmeasurable and begin to learn faster… we learn of love, and loss. Of betrayal and forgiveness. Of war and of tolerance.

Tears flow freely and we accept their salty message. We smile even when the horrors which plague our earth and people’s minds threaten to cover our souls in darkness. We smile because those who understand know this earth and us upon it have an incredible message to share.

Normally I speak of our precious wildlife, but today I felt like speaking of man – who for all his faults has within him the potential for greatness beyond all our dreams.

Today I pray we all work together – colour, race and creed – and show the spirit who we can be.

A March Blog

9781781321867-Cover.inddoceans front only jpgIt seems such a long time since I spoke of these two, my first fantasy duo. It seems such a long time since I wrote them! But recently I had to send off some extracts, and I thought I’d dust off their pretty covers again (the work of two talented folk, Derek and Rosie), to talk of life.

Now, wildlife conservation and sustainability have always been very important to me, as you will know if you follow my blog, and I try to write with these in mind:

“…Toxics, set in a world in which the environmental balance has been altered by the birth of a new species…This fantasy world will encourage older children (10+) to think more carefully about the environmental issues of their own planet.”

In March we have the beginning of spring.  A time of regeneration, and of hope. The world feels particularly precarious just now, doesn’t it? And yet there are always messages of positivity, of hope and peace. Mother Teresa once said,

‘We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop.’

A pair of fantasy children’s novels hoping for balance, a new novel on its way dreaming of conservation…drip, drip…how can a few words help when I read the headlines? I don’t know…maybe something I say will inspire a budding conservationist…a brilliant ecologist…a wise peacemaker…who knows? …drip, drop.

I wish you hope, peace and joy this spring, and the desire to do whatever you can, in your own small or large way.




Blog of February

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Discussing the news with an old friend: ‘Father won’t listen to it. Switches it off – he says it depresses him.’

This is a conversation that goes around.

It is vital to understand what is happening in the world. Of course. To know is power and with power can come action.


The good stuff? Always ignored – ‘Bad news sells!’. Really? Have you been on You Tube recently? Facebook? And the rest.

Abundant in cameos of human love, animal love, love for animals and animals’ love for humans.

The online web hums with the golden threads of love, kindness, forgiveness. Acts of anonymous kindness, words of spiritual joy, compassionate works of goodness to child, man and beast.

Help, courage and wonder seeps into the omnipresent darkness that tries to persuade us it is.

Tales of heroic acts, outstanding loyalty, lifetimes of service to the landscape, its wildlife, and those with no voice.

How about some joy, on the news, to strengthen hope, and empower the damaged? It might actually make a difference.

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