I wrote this poem, or this poem wrote itself rather, as I was writing out the details of a long and disturbing nightmare I had one night in July 2014… I had just visited the grave of one of my favourite Irish poets, Patrick Kavanagh in Iniskeen, Co. Monaghan, Ireland. The nightmare involved a famous Healer that I was supporting. In the dream I organized a huge event for him in a city, but on the night of the event, he ignored me and wanted all the fame and audience attention. Of course I did not see this and was convinced that a brown paper parcel in his office was a gift for me, so I took it. When I discovered it was in fact the only draft of his new book that he had just written, I was unable to return it to him due to floods, and dead people walking everywhere around me! The dream gave me many messages and lessons. It came at a time when I was looking up to a lot of healers and creative people and in a way gave away my own power and did not value my own gifts and talents. I...
Women's Spiritual Poetry