NaPoWriMo 24 – Bookends


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My day began

with hanging

freshly washed laundry

on the line

amidst early morning drizzle

I trusted would clear

because I’d checked the forecast

my day ended

with bringing in

dry, clean feeling

clothes to fold

and pile satisfyingly

on the right shelves

so much happened

in between

my clothes being wet and washed

and dry and folded

some of it was messy

but the bookends

of my day

contained it nicely

clothes wet

clothes dry

just as intended


NaPoWriMo 23 – TED with breakfast


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I used to be a coffee fan

I loved that caffeine rush

I swore I couldn’t live without

my early morning cup

But TED talks shake and wake me

much more satisfyingly

so I watch one with my breakfast

while I drink a herbal tea


Here are some of my personal favourites:


Ps I still drink coffee:-)


NaPoWriMo 22 – In our hands


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In Your Hands
A young man caught a small bird, and held it behind his back. He then asked, “Master, is the bird I hold in my hands alive or dead.” The boy thought this was a grand opportunity to play a trick on the old man. If the master answered “dead”, it would be let loose into the air. If the master answered “alive”, he would simply wring its neck. The master spoke, “The answer is in your hands”.

My 22nd poem for NaPoWriMo is inspired both by this story, and by today being ‘Earth Day’. Enjoy:-)

Look at your hands

and you’ll see

a whole world

right there in your palms.

We hold the world

in our hands

and the world

is our hands.

Nothing is lost,

it’s only transformed;

by choice,

by hands.




NaPoWriMo 21 – Broad shoulders


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I didn’t ask

to be strong

perhaps you didn’t either

but somehow others know

don’t they

when you’re capable of carrying

they fall on broad shoulders

cling and cry

take me forward

take me home

make me safe


I crave the freedom

of your strength

as you carry my weight


several feet off the ground

making my body feel light

and I find

I can leave

all heaviness behind

as I ride







NaPoWriMo 19 – A forest of wands


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I know I’m horribly behind, but I WILL play catch up – two today, and two tomorrow is the plan. Can you hear my muse laughing…?

The forest floor was strewn with magic wands

all shapes and sizes scattered at our feet

they called our curious hands to pick them up

and help them cast their spells and feel complete

soon made up Latin phrases filled the air

whizzing past our heads and ‘neath our our feet

we feuded, battled, duelled with all our might

to ‘scape that bitter tasting word – defeat






Week 48 of good deeds


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This will be brief, as my sister and her family are visiting, and it’s such a precious joy to have them here, but sharing my week with you in this way is such a great joy too, and has become such an anchor that I consciously choose to make time for it. May reading this post serve you, whether it be to make you smile, to remind you of the good you have done and received this week or in whatever other way the words work their magic, because I do believe in magic and I sure believe in words, and the combination – well, that’s powerful stuff:-)

Sunday 13th April

Started packing up my stuff still left at the house, in preparation for Mum moving out.

AND good deed(s) received:

Mum made me a crepe, when I made a mess of it – twice!!!

Monday 14th April

I led a games session in French and enjoyed and encouraged the laughter at my unusual accent (I learned my french in Africa)  Went home with Mum that evening so I could help with continue preparing and packing the house next day.

AND good deed(s) received:

Mum treated me to take away and we went to a concert at our local community arts venue. It was excellent, and had us all singing along and swaying.

Tuesday 15th April

Mowed the lawns and helped Mum with more sorting/packing.

AND good deed(s) received:

Mum and I laughed so much, and the was just a lot of joy in sharing some of the precious memories from our time in this house as we worked to begin to make it ready for the next tenants. I was given a  cup of tea and had a lovely catch up chat with one of our neighbours, who said they would miss me.

Wednesday 16th April

Spent a lot of time properly preparing for a presentation in French on the topic of personal and planetary transformation, as I’m pretty rusty with the language.

AND good deed(s) received:

I listened to a very inspiring talk from one of the Gaia House teachers, and I’m just so grateful that this wisdom is so easily accessible to me. For a donation of 2 pounds I get an hour of warm, inspiring spiritual direction and encouragement that I can listen to again and again.

Thursday 17th April

Gave a thoughtful and fun final English lesson to the group who’ve been here a month, and chatted with someone about silent retreats, as she will soon do one of five days – her first. Did food shopping for my sister’s arrival, and hoovered the house as part of making it ready and welcoming.

AND good deed(s) received:

Incredibly warm appreciation from the french group for the presentation I gave, from the English students, from the woman I chatted to about silent retreats…yes, lots of appreciation today:-) Left me feeling a little full!

Friday 18th April

Did a one on one creative writing session with a new student which took us both quite deep. Cooked for my sister and her family, so they walked in after a long journey to a meal ready and lovingly prepared. Delivered our lawnmower to a friend, who’s just moved into a new house and bought it from us.

AND good deed(s) received:

My new student chose to pay me more than I asked for. Mum gave me strawberries. Family arrived for a visit, driven up all the way from Germany!!! They were very appreciative of the dinner and gave me such lovely warm hugs when they arrived, especially the three kids.

Saturday 19th April

Helped get a lovely buffet style breakfast ready for us all, and booked us in for a pony trek on the beach nearby as my niece is mad about horses, just like I was at that age.

AND good deed(s) received:

My brother in law treated us all to lunch and we had the most hilarious game of charades after dinner that evening, especially when my Mum tried to get us to guess ‘Loch Ness Monster’. My niece did brilliantly with Cleopatra, part of which involved pointing to a banana and then drawing a a triangle in the air, which means pyramid, obviously!

I wish you a wonderful week dear friends. Hugs, Harula xxx

NaPoWriMo 18 – Listen


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Hello dear friends, sorry this one’s late. I have family visiting, who arrived yesterday and, well, I also wanted to share how I’m hitting an edge at this point of NaPoWriMo. I’m nervous that the quality of what I’m writing is decreasing and it starts to feel a bit forced. It’s an interesting challenge, and I’m very grateful for the support of all those who are taking the time to read. I’m going to continue – just letting you know…I know! Oh, this poem is about something that happened years ago, came up yesterday in a one on one creative writing session I did with someone. Blessings on your day!


she said

scared and shamed

I wanted to leave

there and then

until I breathed

and found

the gentle cell

of truth

within the angry body

of her attack

and met it

with open arms

laughing at myself

for forgetting

I too make mistakes






NaPoWriMo 17 – None of the above


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I entered

the sleeping house

on tip toe

and promptly dropped my mobile phone


I turned up the heat

and got sidetracked

returning to burnt food

and having to start again

I smiled

with as much smile

as I could muster

but my heart still bled


for I tried so hard to be quiet

I tried so hard to be quick

I tried so hard to be happy

and ended up

none of the above









NaPoWriMo 16 – Overdressed


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I saw through

my bedroom window

a handsome pheasant

who made me feel

distinctly under dressed

being still in my pyjamas

and yet

like the emperors clothes

just a featherful illusion

for the pheasant

was doing nothing but

flaunting natural finery


nakedness of the body

would be perhaps a little cold

but nakedness of the soul?

what fears

am I wearing

to clothe my own light?






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