Less me, more we


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The less I have the more I recognise

how nature shares and so she thrives

because she trusts the web

and weaves the net

that continues to catch

as she falls


The less I lie, and play pretend

the more space clears

inviting truth and trust to approach

where they once feared

they were no longer welcome


More freedom?

But are you willing

to have less control

for the two are in

an intimate dance

made of less push pull

and more gentle grace


Less want means more need met

and if I talk a little less

and listen a little more

I might begin to see the thin shaft of light

that reveals the gap between those two

and dare to give thanks

for what’s already there

until I realise

I don’t need




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before breakfast


I actually posted this a couple of years ago the first time, but stumbled across it this evening…

It made me smile (and sigh though too) 

Maybe it does the same to you🙂


I said it was impossible

I’d never manage that

‘Of course you can,’ my father said

‘just use this thinking cap.’

And with great ceremony

his hands grasped the air

as if a crown shaped roundish thing

was floating somewhere there

He moved a step towards me

and he placed it on my head

‘There’s nothing there

you made it up!’

‘We’ll see, my dear,’ he said.

I crossly crossed my arms and frowned

so hard it hurt my nose

but I am sure that you can guess

where next this story goes

Suddenly my head got hot

a thousand thoughts a minute

were racing, whizzing round my brain

I closed my eyes and saw it

right there it was, surrounded by

those speeding, whizzing thoughts

that heavy, dark impossible

at least, that’s what I’d thought

but now it shone all shiny bright

I knew just what to do

to make stubborn impossible

come real life truly true


When later on I saw my Dad

he smiled at me and said

‘I’d like my thinking cap back now,’

and reached towards my head

‘No! Please!’ I cried

‘Not yet! Please Dad!

I think you might be right.

Just maybe it is possible –

can I keep it ’till tonight?’


imagination einstein

I am

I just came across this, something I wrote almost four years ago, soon after I started blogging. Thought it was worth a reblog – enjoy🙂


Write as many separate stand alone sentences as you can in 5 minutes beginning ‘I am…’ completing them as spontaneously and freely as possible. Then take 15 minutes to look at what you have and write a poem.

And here’s one I made earlier:


If I am scared

May I remember

I am eternal at my core

A child of God

A being of light

That can neither be harmed

Nor harm

On the level of all being one


If I am arrogant

May I remember

I am made only of elements

And will turn back into earth

Like anything else I can see

Touch and feel


If I am tired

May I remember

I can use my consciousness

To make choices that nourish

Stay aware of my needs

And seek ways to meet them


If I am honest

May I remember

I am one among many

And my honesty expressed

May not feel true

Or be true

For anyone but me


If I am confused

May I remember

To celebrate life’s mystery

Accept the unknowable

And waste no energy

Seeking answers

Which aren’t meant to be found


If I am creative

May I remember

To share that joy, inspiration and richness

With no expectation of reward

But simply because

I wish to radiate that empowerment

Of knowing life is only

What I make it


If I am a teacher

May I remember

To be a student too

For wisdom

Is an ascending spiral recircling and rising

With each new discussion

And reflection


If I am loved

May I remember

That love grows with being re-given

And needs to flow

That it may pass to and through me

Therefore may I also be open

To receive


If I am not who I would wish to be

May I remember

To ask for divine help

In accepting that which I am

For in truth

I can be nothing else

Love be in my heart


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Please listen – lyrics/poem beneath


Love be in my heart

It’s not that love’s the easy way

It’s just that love’s the only way

A heart that wants to know the light

Can’t close when day turns into night

So let your love be real and raw

Your heart an ever open door

Real and raw

my heart an ever open door


Peace be in my soul

Don’t search for peace, it can’t be found

It’s something we have to create

With every thought, with every deed

with every breath we take

Yes, the world is suffering, that is true

But please don’t despair

Just make peace, in you

Know it’s true

You can make peace inside of you


Joy be in my smile

Let every cell you’re made of sing

And celebrate the little things

The wonder of a joy gone wild

Shining through a simple smile

That spreads, ignites and catches fire

Until it lifts the whole world higher

Catching fire

We’ll lift the world a little higher


Grace will be my guide

Sure, the way is not always clear

But truly, nothing is by chance

You don’t have to do this all alone

Just let grace be your partner in this dance

Watch and listen, grace will guide

Ever and always by your side

In this dance

ever and always by my side




I wrote this recently and my dear friend, Lili, (http://lilijohn.com/) who I sing with in a local choir, sings beautifully in the background while I read the poem and join in with the song at the end of each verse/stanza. Let me know what you think. It was soooooo precious and uplifting as we sang it together, and I really hope you all feel those good vibes.


Love always, Harula xxxxxx




Heads Held High


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When flowers

first formed

they didn’t know

they’d end up

in vases and wedding bouquets

healing teas and ikea linen

they simply grew

from an earth alive with play

inviting the insects

to dance and feast

beneath a sun that set

the colours just right

while the wind swiftly delivered

sky fulls of creative drafts

soliciting the services

of other soils


I’m so glad

flowers didn’t know

how important they’d be

for the weight of expectation

may have proved too heavy

to rest on slender stalks

straight backed and proud

heads held high

Tentative threads


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You’d been running around

leaping over rough log benches

shining your smile at the sun

and bumping into friends newly met

until quite unexpectedly

the warm weight of your head

rested in my lap

where I sat on the grass

surrounded by lunch-time conversation

you settled there

facing away from me

and I began to sing

or had I sung you there

I can’t remember now

which came first

but as I sang my only movement

was my breath

and my lips forming the words

as I kept myself otherwise still

so’s not to strain

whatever tentative threads

the moment was spinning

and as you lingered still

I added words

to stretch out the song

verse upon verse

wondering how long this could last

my hand tapped your shoulder

in time with the melody

apparently of its own accord

and yet I kept the touch light

wanting you to know

there was nothing keeping you

if play came calling

and when you did spring up

a tender newborn thank you

took flight to test its wings

as you rejoined your friends

and I raised my eyebrows

at smiling witnesses

as the song ended itself

and conversation resumed




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Build your home on foundations of friendship

let it rise up to meet the cool moon

in a roof peeked like palms in prayer

held by walls of joy and compassion

painted with laughter and tears

with its heart an open door

through which all life

may safely come and go

with no other key than love


Sometimes, when I’m on retreat the silence and stillness empties me enough to tempt a flow of inspiration to fill me like some kind of joyful soul waterfall, leaving me desperate to splash and play and sing. Of course, I can’t do that when I’m sitting in a hall filled with people sitting in silence, so I stay with it and try to remember the ideas until the moment I can commit them to form.

The above is something conceived during a retreat I sat back in May, which focused on what in Buddhist practice are known as the Four Immeasurables, or the Four Divine Abodes. These are Equanimity, Joy, Friendship (Loving Kindness) and Compassion. The teachers shared with us that each of these qualities can be represented by one of the four directions, and also by different times of day (represented by the sun’s different phases, and the moon). It is this which I tried to capture with the image and poem above.

It seems to serve me to integrate my understanding of concepts which can at times feel demanding and unattainable into a creative representation that helps me shift my perspective until I can recognise instead their beauty and lightness. These qualities are deeply and irrevocably embedded in all life, in and around me, and whether I recognise and make use of them or not, they are always available. I just have to choose…and allow them to bring me ‘home’.

What brings you ‘home’?






Washing Rainbows


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A fire unfolds

onto my bedroom floor

as clothes steeped

in a week long marinade

of wood smoke and song

spill from my rucksack

to plant seeds in the carpet

that fast grow into trees

to breathe through the ceiling

and remind my soul

there’s a sky above filling with stars

coming out to listen to the moon


As I step into the shower

I reveal rainbows

painted on tanned arms

which take scrubbing and soap

to reluctantly remove.

I watch them disappear

down the plughole

knowing they’ll rise again

to brighten cloudy days


I smile at those I meet

as I walk into town

feeling that which I came

so quickly to take for granted

transform into a rare gift

bestowed in silent seconds

like a jewel dropped into the pools

of eyes who’ve forgotten

their own depths

yet who now follow the glinting gems

into the darkness

where hidden treasures lie


Jewels, pools

ripples and rainbows –

I’ll never leave home

without them


I’ve just returned from a magical singing camp, and this poem is my way of preserving and sharing the divine deliciousness of days spent immersed in nature and the pure, soulful voices of 140 beautiful beings raised in harmonic celebration of what it is to be human; bliss, heaven, paradise and more…


While at the camp I shared a song I’ve posted here before, but I thought I’d add the link here for new visitors:


And if you want to read the lyrics, follow this link:



With love always,


Harula xxx








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Watching its wings

dance with the air

I see it!

Not the bird

but the air,

the space,

that which gives me life

as I breathe

though I see only the rise

and fall of my chest

and not that which infills me

– I smile


The creator too

can not be seen

but through the actions

of his creations

and so I pledge

in faith to rise

like that bird

on the dynamic thermals

of love

that the beloved

may see herself

– and smile

Try Wishing….


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Today is another of those which find me wishing the world were different, wishing I could take away the pain and fear, wishing I could leap heart and soul onto the collective brakes and scream STOP!

A couple of weeks ago I wanted to do some goal setting. I also had a blank wall that needed…’prettyfying’, and some bunting made from old postcards that wanted to be made useful. How do you soften and play with the dry, intellectual process of goal setting? You make A Wishing Line!


A Wishing Line

Then things started to get interesting. Five wishes I decided. The first nudge, ‘What, only for you?’ Well no, ok, I’ll make one of them, yeah, the one I hang right there in the centre, a wish for All Beings. And so I did.

Then came the other four, which began pretty conventionally. I began writing them out, but something unexpected happened. I wasn’t wishing for stuff to just happen…I was wishing for the qualities I would need to bring about the realization of these wishes myself. So I didn’t wish for a successful completion of my writing course before my next birthday. Instead, I wrote…

I wish for the fun, focus and faith to finish my creative writing course successfully and with aplomb before my next birthday…

We are the genies, the fairy godmothers, the wish workers. We can’t offload the responsibility of bringing about our heart’s desire, we have to make it happen ourselves; to acknowledge and use our own ‘magic’ powers. So I didn’t wish for stuff to happen; I wished for the courage, clarity, compassion, determination, kindness, creativity and enthusiasm to MAKE stuff happen.

Wish, like Work, begins with a ‘W’. Yes, that includes Wonder, but it also invites Willingness. It’s not enough to wish the world was a more peaceful place. What am I going to do to make that more peaceful world a reality? And I’m going to keep both feet on the ground with this one. I can begin by consciously offering myself in service to peace at the start of each day.


I can remain patient when I find myself hungry, tired, and wanting to finish and leave work to go home for lunch, but the person in front of me at the photocopier is making multiple copies of multiple sheets. I can unpick and let go of the judgemental, frustrated thoughts that make my hands want to crash the unwashed pans as loudly as possible into the sink. I can stop my thoughts turning to rage and revenge as I read about innocent people being needlessly mowed down, and instead ask for the strength to first fully feel the sadness and fear, and then dig deep to find the belief that we can – we must – find another way.

And to all of this I can bring lightness, play, spaciousness. For me that means song, beauty, gratitude. Because when effort meets joy they channel a limitless source of creative energy that makes the most difficult of tasks doable.

And so I leave you with a song, which I remember from my childhood, sung by a Psammead.


Try Wishing A Little Harder Every Day

The vocals were by Francis Wright


And the Song was written by Michael Omer


And the only way I can find of listening to it is by watching the end credits on YouTube (starts at about 23 minutes)…it’s worth it, really – enjoy! And please do…

Try Wishing…..