Sometimes my forest and play reflections end up as a poem A Play Blessing If it rains on your parade, may you find the splashiest puddles...

The darkness muffles the sounds of the beyond Within, unknown sounds clarify Terrify Without reason. Unknown fears menace in the in-between Within, logic reasons, fails To comfort Hardwired unease Ocular illusions encircling Within, imagination fights Curiosity To seek out truth A familiar song fragments the filled silence Within, entangled stress finds Its rhythm Pulsating low Temporal permission failed to provide, Within, the calming factor To discover External wonder.

We remember. The night they returned. No longer small, hairy and dark. But taller in their smallness. Lighter both of hair and colour. The humanscape was changing, their habitat reducing, not many remained. We enveloped them. The darkness should have provided safe passage but their absence from our ways had filled them with fear. They needed to unlearn, relearn and discover. We remember. The kindness to others. Despite the quivering fear. Together they traversed the swamp. Br

A poem. The Forest whispers, Listen Child The Wonder you seek is within me The Uncertain, the Unknown, the Undisciplined. The Forest Whispers, Listen Child The Peace you seek is within me The Slowness, the Closeness, the Well-knowness. The Forest Whispers, Listen Child The Connection you seek is within me The Roots, the Canopy, the In-between. The Forest Whispers, Listen Child The Danger you seek is within me The Uncertain, the Unknown, the Undisciplined. The Forest Whispers,