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A weaver of words

I am a weaver of words and threads
This is my legacy
Weaving myself into Being
And through this weaving
Learning to embrace with joy
The eternal goodness kindness
And giving-ness
That I AM


The writing of: And May It Be Well With Your Soul


“There is a Power for Good in the Universe, greater than you are and you can use It”    

What do you do as a mother when your everyday harmonious and settled family life is cruelly shattered by the sudden and devastating news that something dreadful has happened to your child?

Joan’s daughter Keso left England as a healthy and happy young woman, ready to embark on a new and exciting life in Hong Kong.

Within weeks she was struck down with a serious mystery illness that threatened to take her life.  With thousands of miles between them, there was only one option for Joan -go to China!

We accompany the author as she weaves us an emotional tapestry of light and dark colours, recalling one of the most challenging journeys of her life. She shows us how she used a harrowing situation full of fear and foreboding to develop a deep faith and trust in a Power greater than herself.

Christine King, Principal & Founder MSEC

And May It Be Well With Your Soul – available in paperback on Amazon (illustrated)
and in Kindle



Contribution to: The Gifts of Parting
Prose & Poetry on the Seam of Death & Dying
Compiled by Penny Barham

When Penny invited me to contribute to this book I had already met death while caring for my father in his last days, and had unexpectedly been renewed by the painful encounter.

…caring for him finally there were no dark hidden places
As bit by bit the Light illumined everything
And being fully who he was I embraced him and loved him fully…

In The Gifts of Parting I share the last entry in the diary I wrote everyday from my father’s diagnosis to his death; my experience of his departure from this world.

No Flotsam & Jetsam

Today I am plagued by nothing
No flotsam and jetsam to be disposed of
No old stories no entanglementsIMG_0795

This feeling is too new to write about
So unfamiliar that I must search for new words
With which to describe it

There is a calm peaceful emptiness
That I have no desire to disturb
The conditioning has not pulled me back
Into filling the space with mindless activity

This feels good this present moment awareness
And so I have spent the day
Flowing gently and effortlessly to the next thing
As both the doer and the witness…

(written Saturday January 10th 2015)

ancestor stick




The soul spins through eternity
Giving and gathering on its journey
At one with The Source
Part of the whole, whole unto itself

Enriched and enriching
Nourished and nourishing
The multi-dimensional self seeks itself
– part and whole –

The weaving begins…
The fabric unfolds…

Soulweaving is the weaving of the many tangible and intangible threads of Life.  It is what connects me to myself, emotions, thoughts, feelings, body; and also how I know myself to be more than emotions, thoughts, feelings and body.

Soulweaving is an inner journey of transformation, the working of spirits invisible threads on the loom of life, bringing me closer to my true nature.

At times I am weaving what is passing from my life – the dull, the discordant, the ugly, the sparse – a letting go of what is false.

At times the loom is the gateway from illusion to reality and what is being revealed through weaving is the natural feeling of oneness with the Universe.

Both the process and the woven tapestry point to something greater than myself.

Weaving as a spiritual practice brings with it the peace, freedom and truth that I have always been seeking.  At the loom I become the observer and the witness of my thoughts and actions and through this distancing  comes the realisation of something beyond me, beyond mind, that I AM

She Who Weaves

She who weaves
Sits at the loom of life
The door between the worlds falls open

Reality or illusion is her choice
And at the loom time disappears
As past and future cease and there is only now

At her feet in a cradle a baby lies,
Symbol of rebirth and of new life
And at her side the alchemist’s pots of gold
From which she draws her rainbow coloured threads

The shuttle in her hand is blessed
“All is well”  Her work begins
And slowly with much love
She works the cloth in which the many become One…



Don’t resist what is
This is the path to unhappiness
We are all entangled
In nations
In families
In ourselves

Respect the fate of others
Leave them to their own solutions
Honour the lives of your Ancestors
Tend to your own business
And in so doing
Release the energy of transformation within yourself

Don’t waste energy resisting
Allow what is to be
Reveal the trauma within the system
And begin the work of healing

Stories not truth
Are what entangle us one with another
The trick is to get out of the story
Lose the attachment to your view of reality
Sacrifice being right
For being at peace

And as you do
All that needs to heal comes to the Light

And entanglements fall away…


woven blue throat chakra


“At the inner core of each one of us spins seven wheel-like energy centres called chakras.“

Each chakra is a centre of activity within the body, which receives, assimilates and expresses life-force energy.




Bark Weavings

There’s a tree in the park slowly dying
It makes my heart ache to see it
Standing majestic still
Silhouetted against the skyline
All sharp and naked limbed
Life force ebbing away. . .

And so on my walks I am hugging it
Loving it back to leaf and bud
Hopeful of what the Spring will bring. . .

But the Wheel of the Year turns
And there is no resurrection
Nature will have its way
Death strips us of our beauty in form
Bark falls and lies
And on my walks unable to bear it
I gather pieces and work my magic. . .

Weaving colour and vitality where none remain
I am part of a renaissance
Mindful of the Oneness of all life
And the transition the world calls death. . .


Wild Weaving

Turn down your pots and pans
Hang up your mops
Put away your Dysons
Silence your Blackberrys
Turn off your PCs and Ipads
Abandon your children

And come wild weaving with me!

Forage in your local park
Go hunter gathering
Collect feathers
Pick up dried leaves
Gather the windfall of twigs after the storm

Go hunting in Oxfam
Be determined at car boot sales
Search out mother’s drawers
Grandmother’s cupboards
Unravel last year’s Xmas jersey from Auntie Maud
Go to John Lewis
Do whatever it takes

But come wild weaving with me!