Poetry has been a tool for me to slow down, reflect on my experience, recognize and honour the fears and discover new ways of being with myself and others. It has helped me to develop trust in my creative process.




One arm twisted behind my back stopping the flow

crooked neck, straining to feel the ease of silence


I’ve been holding on for so long

running wild, being busy

the silence stops me

and I feel the pain of surrender


Just beyond this wall of fear I feel there is

a pool of light and love and freedom


I take a step

and wait

and watch

and listen


I am as the plants and trees

I breathe and sway and live from day to day

I dream and die and count the ways

I have been blessed with life


And now another and another felt nagging at my sleeves

suckling my heavy bosom, laden with fear and hope


They are my buried children

come to love me awake, if I let them


Open up my heart, my soul, my being

Creating space for the little ones to breathe on their own


(from Womb: Weaving of My Being. Butterfly Press, 1998)


I wrote this poem about 18 years ago. I was a young woman in my mid-twenties with no certainty of where I was going and what my life was going to look like. Filled with fear, I was looking for some space of calm amidst the confusion.  In writing the poem, I was helping myself learn to listen to and trust my inner guidance, wisdom and intuition.


Now it’s your turn:

  1. How do you move through fear?
  2. What do you do to help you to listen within and allow your inner guidance to surface?