Kirstie Sivapalan
The search for Truth We set out together to find it: I, scaled the hill and slid down the mountain; You, soared over the lake and stalked through the trees. * “I found it!” We both said, Grasping at the shimmering stone that had clung to the earth, wiping it clean with a sleeve. *… Continue reading The Search for Truth (Poem)
Addendum: It saddens me that our current government is using "healing" in their language for political gain. Healing is required, yes, but healing that is used for the benefit of a select group is not healing at all, it is ego. We do need to work to support each other, whatever our view, but we… Continue reading Start the healing
A poem about perspective For video version (5 min long) please visit my YouTube channel, click here Which number are you? This poem, in the form of classical storytelling, was created in a response to the political climate, especially the UK, where discourse involving different perspectives has been overthrown in favour of zero-sum warring sides of… Continue reading A Story by Numbers
I drew the Queen of Swords this morning. I was feeling sad and, for some reason, full of shame. As I comtemplated the card I started to write this which encompassed the qualities of the Queen of Swords and has some autobiographical qualities... The Queen of Invisibility What life has she had that she faded… Continue reading Visible and vocal
"I have conversed with the Spiritual Sun, I saw him on Primrose Hill" William Blake It was one of those days today where the clouds are low and almost impenetrable, both at times gloomy and glum. The trees looked more like stone statues than living beings, placed on top of a ground that was hard… Continue reading The Hope of Winter
The post below is so deeply personal and a complete change of voice and style that it needs its own forward. I am on a journey, as we all are. Part of my journey is to write about what I have experienced, will experience and what I want to experience in its most pure and… Continue reading We don’t know
Back in London now. As soon as we arrived into Waterloo station it felt like I'd clattered into dense, whirling energy. It took a little while before I restabilised and was ready for my journey home. There has been something about this trip that has felt other-dimensional, especially yesterday and this morning, that we were… Continue reading Revealing retreat
Today has been a bit finickity. I've been holding the image of the Three of Wands in my mind to support the channeling of the fire and so far have managed to not bite anyone's head off or self-destruct. I haven't been Miss Lala either so a little of the fire definitely made its way… Continue reading Time to learn
Looking back to when i said retrograde Mercury was biting I didn't realise by today it would feel like a playful nip. Perspective indeed. My friend, cheerleader, fellow blogger and dream follower Claire told me that whilst I am going through this to take it easy on the blogging, not to push myself and sometimes… Continue reading And so it continues
"I want to work in a way that I love that produces love. I want to support people who need help and help others to find whatever they need to want to help others. I want to have a space where people can come and spend time in a calm, relaxing and safe space to… Continue reading What dreams may come
Writing and M.E. 