When I think of the many frontiers that I have crossed, I know that there is a power in me that will take me to impossible places. If I am honest with myself, I have already ‘done six impossible things before breakfast’. The scary thing is that the knowledge of possibility needs to be followed by action.

I am struck by the rigid way in which I have worn my ‘names’. Names like jail cells with bars of fear and self-doubt. Yet, when I choose to call myself by my true soul name, I am powerful beyond measure.

‘All who have travelled know what it means to be lost.’ From my poem ‘Walking’ – how wonderful to know that no matter how hard the journey, there is always the joy of a homecoming to self. Travel gently. 🙂