Helen currently lives in North London, and works in private practice as a psychotherapist and counsellor with children, young people, adults, couples and families. She is happily single and enjoys life with her family and friends, also playing music in a small music group, attending theatre, painting, travelling and reading.
River Wind |
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River Wind
I like the river.
I do!
it whirls
and curls
and flows
it do.
I revere the river.
I do.
holding memories;
dark secrets,
pelted by the rain,
rusting,
on the bed,
for a hearing.
I smile with the river.
I do!
high velocity winds
ruffled my hair
and thoughts,
as I walk with the sun
and on looking back,
wondering where,
the river is always there.
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Memory of a Special Encounter |
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Memory of a Special Encounter
Eyes and mind reverie across the conference dinner table,
He smiled, I smiled back,
A great friendship was enabled,
I felt empowered; wanting to pull the table cloth away.
An experiment to see whether the cutlery would stay.
We chatted for hours; exchanging co-ordinates,
It was the blossoming of a friendship, no dates.
I was completing my Masters at Heythrop,
He separating from his wife,
We nattered, worked and laughed.
Supporting each others life.
A Godsend encounter with a very good friend.
A lifesaver.
And life lives on, forwards, time won't go back.
But my fond and thankful memories can. |
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Nowhere |
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Nowhere
A misted wood, crackling feel of solitude,
Plopping water, dropping jewels of loss.
The heave of life in its full unseen magnitude,
Holding myself in nature's cool trust feel.
Sensing safety, yet danger moving amongst the moss.
Is it nature or I who is the feared boss?
Singing liberation frees the stifling guilt and control,
Sun rays remind me of the fragility of ant, bird and mole.
Timeless moments, time moving nature's breath,
Unseen life, where too I feel seen by death,
Yet, there's more to see, touch and feel,
A birdsong celebrates its family's next meal.
There life-giving begins afresh. |
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Upheaval |
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Upheaval
Moving home; cat gone,
Panic stations, grief.
Dad says ''We have to go, I'm sorry'',
The red car pulls away; devastated.
Mum's thinking about how I feel,
Tim and Pete chuckling,
While I'm sick, stomach sore,
The road ahead deadly,
Dark, frightening, happenings.
I witnessed it all, or think I did.
Observant, noticing, curious.
Knowledge is power,
Yet one can't undo knowing?
Suffering advances the soul.
Upheaval doesn't say it.
But dreams do. |
