Beech leaves barrel and tumble from a blue sky

Not blustered from branches on this calm day

Not shaken by squirrel or pounded by rain

Only the sheer weight of sunshine

and the implacable impulse of their true nature


They fall each in their own way



The truth of their descent is the chaos of their own dynamic

Gravity carving through stiff air

They fall

to Earth

Glossy dark with frostmelt

Drying and lightening in the winter sun

to the colour of old Gnomes

(this is why Gnomes are so rare to see,

even when they stand close enough to touch,

if they would)


I stand and watch the beech leaves,

and the oak, more like to swoop, less to tumble

still they fall

true to their nature


I stand and watch as my fingers turn from pink tingle to white ache

Until the wrens return

Stand and watch the last fall


I too am touched by the light

Feel the impulse of my Nature



Time for me to release, to let go

Carve my path of truth

I need no storm to drive me

It is time, and it is my nature.


Good bye to Beech, to Oak

Farewell to Gnomes





Maybe the time will come when no one will flinch when I speak my truth, no one will wince if I show my heart.

Until then my Gravatar stands as guardian of my honesty, protecting this space from my own self censorship, holding the potential of being real, and being witnessed.Maybe I’ll make full use of this, and maybe the habit of hiding will die slowly; if you are interested then you’ll find out.

There are already some of you who can hold that space for real, some who know me by various names, and even a few who could find me on a map.  If you have earned my trust, you will know. There are one or two who would stand and cheer if I went public with the whole of my truth… remember you are stronger than most, and I choose to be gentle with others who are more vulnerable.  I’ll show myself when I choose.  In this space, at this time, I choose to remain A Bear and keep other names for other places.  As always, your support is appreciated.

For now, heartfelt thanks to Liz Collier, who drew me before she knew me, and dances like a wild angel. When it comes to inspiring raw truth and natural honesty, she leads by example.