Bing, c’mon in this weather? when there is heavy rain and loud thunder and everyone in a bother, birds tucked in, dogs barking with each crash of heavy clouds ‘cross the sky, Bing, bye! You will like it, says Bing. we will go traveling to Peru, the land with cities in the…

Come, dance with me — Amazingly, my third self-published book will be available this month. The amazing part is not that this will be my third book, but that I even had a first book to publish. There are times in life when things go topsy-turvy, and the only place to turn is to the…

When you can stop worry — We fight with ourselves for no reason. We worry about things that work themselves out in the end. So when we see this happening over and over again, why do we continue doing the same thing? I ask myself the same question. I have no answer, maybe we are wired…

Never a dull moment — This beautiful morning, a sky tropical Roused by Bing, his voice musical Where are we going, I asked excitedly Over to Stokksnes, he replied to me. Why tell me Bing, that word has a ring Of northern lights and Norwegian things. …

And the chill sets in… — Last season, as the mercury dropped and cold wind touched my skin, I envied those with places to sink right in, entwined toes and body parts, sharing warmth; leaving me in the cold, with nothing to hold but an old blanket and unfulfilled dreams — not now; another season of chill comes to an end, fighting to the last breath, trying to do me in this time I stand, brave and bold with realized dreams, protection from the cold.

A simple lesson — I thought I was awake, or woke, as the fashionistas like to refer to it; me walking in enlightenment, connected to consciousness and self. I was wrong. It is a difficult job we give ourselves, when we try to make people be the best they can be; when we see…

A poem about a novella — A story that recounts the friendship, two-ish persons, a farmer named John and she. There is John’s friend, Jah Son. He is the ‘ish’. A fantasy/reality, with some mystery, romance and mystical happenings. Set in the foothills on a small Caribbean| island. She, the narrator of the story, visits her friend…

In a never ending stream — those days, when the sky opens and showers you in blessings for being a good person for feeling yourself worthy to have desires met you wept, in gratitude for the abundance that pours forth — the sky is falling, let’s go outside. Ilis Trudie Palmer One Love My third book, Dancing Between Tall Grass will be coming out soon. It is a mélange of tiny stories and short poems. I hope that you get yourself a copy.

Or highlighting problems — Problems, problems like everywhere we look, there’s a problem we can sit here and name them list getting long, to be solved to be sorted, so we try and we cry creating a hue, shouting at the ones, who don’t agree with you — on the problem, its always energy, the movement of energy, wrapped around the problem and the solution, get into that flow swirling around the solution then and only then will the problem be solved.