Voyage of self discovery

This blog is my voyage of self discovery. It is a 40 year plus voyage, and I am not sure of the destination at this stage.

As part of this journery I am working through Julia Cameron’s second self help book Walking in this World – “The long-awaited sequel to the international bestseller The Artist’s Way”.

I am finding some of the tasks a useful way of discovering where I want to be, and what I want to become. What is my passion, my muse, my tiger!

Today I want to share from the book a poem that Julia Cameron’s mother had over the kitchen sink.

“If your nose is held to the grindstone rough
and you hold it down there long enough
soon you’ll say there’s no such thing
as brooks that babble and birds that sing.
Three things will all your world compose-
just you, the grindstone, and your darned old nose.”
Julia Cameron – Walking in this World.

I think we can all discover something from this simple little poem.




I stare at the screen,
fine fingers frozen,
what shall I write?
Nothing blows in.

I feel so vacant,
the harder I try,
the futher IT gets!
Exhale a sigh.

I want to create,
I want to write,
It’s a craving I have,
It brings me light.

How do you do it?
Your words just flow.
You are so astute.
You are a pro.


Summer rain

Gentle motion,
leather on wood,
silent ropes sway,
canvas flutters.

Sun hiding,
meer glimpses,
melody of water,
hull and shore.

Shadows on water,
reflection of beauty,
tears from heaven increase,
soft summer shower.

I wrote this poem in 2002 while on an friends old restored wooden sail boat. 

My pastel drawing from highschool


Tick tock tick tock,
annoying but faintly comforting.
Knowing time is there,
always present…or past!

Tick tock tick tock,
I still use a clock.
My watch has hands,
I still know how.

Can you remember turning the knob,
to tune the TV or Radio.
Static, static, distant talking,
Ah there it is, a picture, a sound.

What you have to get up?
You have to use your brain?
Your legs, your hands?
No remote, no bluetooth.

We have become lazy,
in a digital world.
No thinking or movement required,
just a push  of the button.

I still use a clock,
I like to keep in touch with the past.
I still use a watch with hands,
it keeps me in the present.

An Ode to the Analog world

Do you understand?


Why can’t you understand,
I am just trying to help.
I don’t want any problems,
I am trying to show you how.

I guess you feel insure,
when someone knows more than you.
But I am not trying to insult you,
when I try to explain how.

Please try and understand,
I am not a know it all.
But in this particular case,
I do know more than you.

We need to reach an understanding,
when it comes to sharing knowledge.
Please accept my expertise,
and I will accept yours.



Where did I start?
What do I first remember?
Vague images of snow, which place is this?
Are they my memories or what I have been told?
That image in my brain, was that from a photo?

Memories or dreams? Made up or real?
My origin is misty, can I believe it?
Who am I? What does “I” mean?
What makes me me? or you you?
Am I a collection of lives?

I have seen so many photos of where I am from,
Heard stories to go with them too!
But my first vivid memory I would have been 4,
being made fun of by Kiwi kids on the street,
for the way I spoke, so British you see!

My Origin Story