Every month I tweet #MicroPoetry! In 140 characters, they are part prayer, thought, reflection, challenge or something in-between. I look forward to sharing them with you and hope that they may lead to reflection, musing and perhaps even discussion!

Leaves linger lightly listing downward. Seasons surface shifting change. Choices challenge broadly. Awake, we navigate Hope upon a grey sea

Soul Making: dig deep & spy the energy you are. Neither with judgement or guilt, recognise who you have been to this moment. Now, begin …

Imagine if your life was a verb & your faith an adverb. Imagine if your phrase imparted who you might be. How would your phrase unfold?

In silence, waiting truth whispers. In rose-fingered dawn, awareness rises with anticipation. In the Now, may Hope inspire you to be Light

In a world where leaders are elected & appointed, inherit & usurp, to whom do you align? Does who you follow lead to where you long to be?

Beneath placid water, deep currents merge as aqua pura then separate. In the mingling, potentials merge & in parting move ever outward

The mundane is simply the Now that remains unrecognised as an unlimited opportunity for wonder. The Blessing that is this moment begins now

As your weekend unfolds, where have you seen places of surprise? As snow lingers & collects, what moments of wonder are revealed?

Time moves from A -> B & ends @ C. Stories connect Then to Tomorrow making Now rich with relevance. From whence do you view your journey?

Fear, doubt, & anxiety: natural emotional responses when we lack control. How we react depends on whether or not we realise we have choice

The intention of our self-fulfilling stories determines how each day unfolds. With gratitude or envy, our degree of fulfilment is determined

What if you realise that our illusions obscure the truth beyond the veil? What if you awoke & discern you are the painter, not the painting?

Tears fall silently when vulnerability overwhelms the masks which we wear. In such moments the choice to sit, without judgement, is a gift

Be not dimmed by voices of violence that seek to diminish Hope. Burn bright & with fortitude as your action is the potential Peace

Lines trace their way upon your palm & tell your story imparting the places you have travelled from there to here. Where do they lead next?

Does what we listen to reinforce the story of who we are told we are or transform us into who we might be? Are you a character or an actor?

As the day fades into twilight & tomorrow is composed of moments of potential, what gift do you bring as the sun rises?

As the ‘peg is dressed as a ‘Winter Wonderland,’ what does the phrase mean to you? Is it a dream, an illusion or a potential?

Pride of place: when what you believe is etched in words, not lived in action. Ego: when sense of self precludes confidence even in error

Tomorrow is a new today. Days are not simply blending falling domino blocks. What do you need to do to ensure this day ends as life-giving?

Oppressive seeds planted in our awakening. -isms’ roses & phobias’ oaks choke. May Hope’s weeds subvert the illusion & reveal the true you

Happiness: Joy’s fractured reflection. An object to attain, a thing to acquire, something which to possess. Be Joy for it leads to Gratitude

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