Not too rushed
Timed to perfection
Esmee defies
accepted convention

Highly acclaimed
Deeply loved
Esmee embraces
a kiss and hugs

Deeply rooted
Highly adored
Esmee savours
her first long yawn

Her father's reach
Her mother's voice
Esmee combines
warmth and joy

In pride of place
At home at rest
Esmee sleeps
her family blessed

I sympathise
I suffer

I empathise
I feel

I identify
I reflect

Be like Pooh!
Gorge you way through
the gospel til you are full.
Relish its sweetness.
Feast on its goodness.
Let it so stain your lips
that your friends will insist
that your appetite is insatiable,
that you are incapable
of living any life
that is not fully sweetened
by the honey of the gospel.

How relaxed are you with the prospect
of the quiet that heralds her coming?
How comfortable are you
in her subtle company?
How much do you give her time,
make space for her conversation?
How slowed are you in her presence?
How attentive to her movements?
How attuned to her voice?
How empathetic are you
to her wanton sisters:
intuition and instinct and expansion?
If you are wise
you won't refuse them.

How do you like your tea?

I smiled.

Assam strong.
A dash of skinny milk.
And a view across the Thames.

The curse of incuriousity
is accusation
that you lack care,
that you fear answers,
that you seek quiet
in place of truth.

Flee incuriousity,
pursue truth
no matter how well hidden,
how well disguised,
how painful to hold.

Embrace it
and save yourself.

A had a spell in the library.
It wasn’t a long one,
but it’s never the length of the spell that matters.
It’s the work that goes into it.
It’s the focus,
the book work,
the practice.

I had a spell in the library.
It was magic.