Can’t you see?                    …

  I am a child of 9      And I come to you today I’m not about to tell you…

      Isadora was a ship   She sailed the sandy beach      With captain and crew          …

    Grey overalls      Grey painted car chassis           Cement floor   Is there someone who wishes to…

  Once there was a little girl      Whose name was Anne             She took her place…  …

Spirit hears you when you grieve. When you reach out to the Universe for support, you are heard and offered…

The young girl in this story longs to follow in her fathers footsteps as he leaves for work each day…

 I have something to say             Can you hear me?   Yes I can, Spirit.            …

       Take my hand             Won’t you?        There is a reason for my asking  …

              Once there was a child . . . Yes, Spirit? With a joyful heart, I open…

      I count the years of patience you gave me      As I sat inside these walls     …

    Yesterday came and went       And I didn’t even notice             If you existed              …

  Yesterday you called my name      And I refused to listen        It was as though your words…

    Once I had a friend        Once I had a friend           And this friend came…

  A question from my soul-self Let love in     You say          And yet…      Without specific guidelines         …

       It’s this way tonight In as much as      We all want what’s best for ourselves          …

     Are we          (In the centre of all this madness)                Ready for a life of ease?…

       There is a story here Its’ about fidgets. . . Those things you play with      You know…

Listen carefully . . . For I am here for you today Once,      When I was nine My father…

  After witnessing the death of a friend      I chose to become quite fearful           Of the possibility…