When stories come and find you…

Animal Communication, Animals, stories, Yoga

Hello friends,

I always like to end my yoga classes with a story or a poem. Often the poem or story comes to me in one way or another and it wants to be shared. It finds its way in front of my eyes, perhaps because I need to read it myself, or perhaps someone else will gain from hearing it, after the relaxation at the end of the class. I have folders and books full of poems and stories that I have been collecting over the years. Stories that are just waiting for the right time to be shared at the end of a class…

Friendship

creativity, My Poems

What is friendship anyway?

Is it something you can count,

Dispose of or throw away?

Can you measure the amount,

value, rate or stock exchange

Of having a friend nearby

When you feel strong, weak or strange?

Like the wind, their voice fly by

Soothing, carrying away

Pain, fear, self-loathing battles

And bringing their own array

Of solutions and waffles,

Cups of tea, Stories and w(h)ine.

An umbrella in the rain,

A wagging tail in the sun

Salted memories from Spain

Carrying all through autumn.