Wuk Wuk

I wake and the rope is still there

Tightens in my rounded belly

Little fisherman pull harshly

Rough Seas ahead

The basil is dying on the windowsill

The flowers wilted in the garden

Everywhere I go I see you

My punishment from God above

Wuk Wuk visited this morning

Watched me get the shopping from the car

He didn’t fly this time he just looked at me

My cheeks wet again

I am, I am, I am


Perhaps the biggest tragedy of our lives is that freedom is possible, yet we can pass our years trapped in the same old patterns…We may want to love other people without holding back, to feel authentic, to breathe in the beauty around us, to dance and sing. Yet each day we listen to inner voices that keep our life small.” ― Tara Brach


Art with happiness…

Some people talk about the adversity of artists. The truth is sometimes art comes from adversity and sometimes without those pressures or prerequisites you are left quite literally without any subject to paint. My life story has been one of adversity and then as I made plans to be educated and leave that behind the characteristics of maybe me and that past life echoed on. I have made mistakes as an adult but it has resulted in four beautiful children the most four beautiful children ever known. These children have experience life and courage and adversity but stand strong and are true bloody Scottish resilient people I am in awe of who they have become and how they strive with hurdles to be better people in this world and hopefully to be kind. I also have the beautiful privilege of my partner David’s family being the same with family values about truth, transparency and family connection. My art as a result is dry I have no pain to report on. I am happy I am experiencing happiness. The end .

A Forgotten Tale……

I sat looking at the light

The bird singing

The paintings in the room

Wide mouths that I painted

Strange men in bow ties

The past haunts

The Wine drank

The bottle empty

And then there is you

Train gone

A whisper of a love story

A forgotten tale

A last gasp of life

Of emptiness

The Prince

The Lost Prince…..




A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. Albert Einstein

Will You Marry Me

Never knew feelings

Knew the meaning of Us

Tied up and dark

Never knew the meaning of light

But now you…

take that all away…. mmmm


Love has washed it all away

And brightened me heart again

Love has washed it all away

And Brightened my heart again

The love you taught me wasn’t one I had before

A kindness. A touch a softness in display

And you took it all away ..

Sometimes I feel that I will be washed away

Or a great hand will reach for you again

A mother of a child one hand that cant deny but now you are here

brighten my heart again

Now you are hear brighten my heart again

Old whispers of a land we once knew

Fingers touching it is all anew

Can we survive if we just clasp a hand

can we survive if we hold each other….

can we survive if truth takes a hold

can we survive and let lose of the gold

And we stand one anew bearing nothing but our truth

Yes we stand once a knew bearing nothing

bearing nothing

but us two


and just us two….

To David my usE3FD382D-C584-49F4-9864-332835639CAF