Let nature take its course

 

The seeker, the eager me, 

now I see, all in vain;

sweet surrender to the true me,

finding myself, again.

Here I stand, tall and true

on the path I know so well

Meaningful life, see every hue

This is where I like to tell

Of infinite threads woven together,

of stars, and light, of moon and sun,

my journey keeps weaving here and forever

where I ended and where I begun.

My destiny, my karma, my duty and my skill

to follow the whispers of  the gentle wind

to love and cherish the gifts of nature, still

to continue to live in peace and offer kind

words of wisdom, songs and prayers

with no regrets and no remorse,

let nature take its course

and always listen to the flowers

Susannah

All of nature begins to whisper its secrets to us through its sounds. Sounds that were previously incomprehensible to our soul now become the meaningful language of nature.

— Rudolf Steiner

Awaken Earth, Spring is here, my soul and the world are but one

 The wishes of the soul are springing,

The deeds of the will are growing,

The fruits of life are ripening.

I feel my destiny,

My destiny finds me.

I feel my star,

My star finds me.

I feel my aim,

My aim finds me.

My soul and the world are but one.

Life becomes brighter around me,

Life becomes heavier for me,

Life becomes richer in me.

Strive towards peace,

Live in peace,

Love the peace.

- Rudolf Steiner

(Translation by Joshua Kelberman)

The Minories cafe gardens, Colchester, Essex, April 2026

Pause

 Allow the pause

feel the pause

~ between ~

the inbreath

the outbreath

...   ...   ...

allow to create

from that space

where nothing

is everything

Looking,searching stillness

less still, anxiousness

restless, not in this moment

yet

analyzing, oversubscribing, 

unsubscribing, uninstalling

paying the consequences

confidential content

share and likes

instant, distant, 

blurs and sketches

seeing through the lenses

of insecure existance

exit the stance

exit the insta

roll away from scrolling

feel the real and not the reel

feed the post inside what is most

neglected parts of me

which is lost in the ether

where the cloud stores the data shit

fossil fuel, digital carbon footprint

global emission, streaming live,

just text and post, re post, dive

into the ocean of vlogs, shorts,

google, youtube and all the net

that can't fix, nor repair

the damage is done

yet

pause

think

and then, don't

just be the flesh and bones

muscles and nerves

the eye of the storm

the ear of the sound

the inner fluids, blood pumping

tinnitus shrilling 

listen and stop

let the force of plasma slow the junk,

space debris, shed away,

away with the shit skin

away with the shedding

away with the noise

and pollution

this is the solution

time is the essence

qualiti and stillness

from within

no interference

airplane mode

silent alert

switch off

sleep m0de

-rest-

be still,

 embrace the silence

embrace the stillness

pause

-

Lapis lazuli

Long before your world had borders or names, I was carried out of the mountains like a piece of midnight broken loose. Traders held me up to the sun and saw constellations caught inside my blue—golden sparks of pyrite shining like the memory of stars.

They believed I was not mined, but found, fallen from the heavens.

In the temples of Sumer, they crushed my surface into pigment for the eyes of goddesses—Inanna’s gaze lined in my celestial dust so she might see both worlds at once. Kings wore me against their skin to steady their judgment. Scribes pressed my blue into their tablets, calling upon me for truth in word and deed.

I traveled to Egypt, where they said I was a sliver of the night sky placed upon the earth. Priests used me in rites to open the “Heavenly Ear,” where the divine whispers could be heard. They set me in amulets for the dead so the soul could recognize the stars and find its way home.

I remember Cleopatra’s pulse against me.
I remember the prayers of artisans shaping me into the Eye of Ra.
I remember the pharaohs who trusted me with their dreams.

I became a stone of vision.
A stone of sovereignty.
A stone that refuses to lie.

When you hold me now, I do not soften you.
I do not blur your edges.
I do not hush the truth.

My gift is clarity that cuts through illusion—
a deep-blue knowing that rises from the marrow of your being.

Sit with me, and I will show you:

the truth you already sense
the wisdom you keep swallowing
the voice you muted so long you forgot its sound.

I illuminate what is hidden.
Not gently, not faintly,
but with the stark honesty of starlight on a moonless night.

You may feel me in the throat—
the old place of power and proclamation—
where your words gather like birds poised to fly.

You may feel me in the brow—
the inner horizon—
where intuition uncoils and begins to move again.

But wherever you feel me, know this:

I am not here to comfort you.
I am here to awaken you.

I am Lapis Lazuli,
the night sky made stone,
the keeper of ancient wisdom,
the voice that rises from the dark and refuses to be silenced.

Hush

 

Hush,

listen, listen carefully,

stop, and breathe, 

be the silence

that is now,

rest and dream;

oh, the stillness

is sweet indeed

a luxury, a comfort

and all is needed.

Hush, now,

safe in Mother Nature's arms

return home,

to yourself.

Hush,

no needto explain, elaborate,

no need to make excuses,

just pause, 

and slow your heart beat

right down;

it is not death, maybe sleep,

restore, prepare

for the renewal ahead,

not yet,

not yet

...

if only,

let time go still

hush

Still December Moon

 

Still,

so still,

this December Moon,

tells me:

do slow down

and rest,

find peace and be quiet.

And so I breathe in the sun, the frost, the cold moon and the stars

and dream of pine scented forests and snow...

the snow...

as I do love winter, you know.

from a nearby garden, here in Margate

Welcome December

The first day leading to the shortest of the year;

When we are born again and a new life cycle begins.

Waiting for the light, we commemorate the hope it brings.

Welcome December

A peaceful time as Nature's creatures hunker down;

Starling murmations, mesmerising in the sky;

A Cold Moon shimmers with star clusters, way up high. 

 

Welcome December

Bare trees, trellised in patterns on icy fields;

Robins hop from branch to branch, singing their song;

Nature's landscapes, etherically beautiful, quiet, surreal.

Sue Cartwright

Spiral Leaf

https://www.spiralleaf.co.uk/welcome-december-by-sue-cartwright

The Frost

 

I am the frost 

that quietly settles over the land,

 the silver breath of late autumn. 

I call you to stillness,

 to honor what has passed

 and what is fading.

 In the hush of shorter days,

 you may gather the wisdom

 of endings,

 the gentle strength 

that comes from letting go. 

Let your heart rest in the quiet, 

and know that even in what appears barren,

 seeds of future growth 

are held safely within me.

Listen, and carry my guidance with you.

~The Frost

(from https://www.instagram.com/friendsoftheforestct/)

November

 

Blow winds, blow

Slow, keept it slow

find the flow,

breathe in, breathe out,

let it go,

 let it go.

Let it wash away, all away

dance and sway

and shake it off;

the solar flares

the night sky glares

the intensity. 

Embrace it all

the the lightness

the stillness of the air

with softness

with so much gratitude

all things pretty and fair;

the golden sunsets,

the twilight, 

the purple nights

the fairy lights.

November,

remember

the reminder

to shed, 

don't be afraid

to let go and 

feel the earth below

how it tends

and holds

my body

surrends

As I go

 

As I go 
gently, deep, into the wild
inside of me,
the further I go
the calmer I become.
As the wild is dark and light,
a thin veil of shadows,
past and now,
the me in me is both;
duality of darkness and brightness.
Let the me inside and out shine,
for within me the warmth is pouring 
like wax melting, magma, lava,
through fire, desire, passion and fierce creativity,
with great density and integrity.
I now see, what are real and unreal,
a time of serenity and clarity.
As I walk into the sage woman,
the Goddess of all is chanting,
screaming, dreaming, crying, 
dancing with all the moons
she danced with, and more
and more
and
more.

Deep Peace

 

Deep peace

Deep Peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the gentle night to you.
Moon and stars pour their healing light on you.

Deep Peace of the Spirit
Light of Her world to you
Deep Peace of the Mother of All
Light of Her world to you
Deep Peace to you
Deep Peace to you
Deep Peace to you
Deep Peace to you

The lyrics in Heather Frahn's version of "Deep Peace" 

https://heatherfrahn.bandcamp.com/track/deep-peace-gaelic-healing-blessing

I am offering a beautiful workshop for families

Peace Circle

A family time for peace: a safe space to explore through play, sound & gesture.

A gathering that fosters connection and well-being through rhythmic, joyful movements inspired by the seasons, to bring peace within and to the world around us.

The session flows giving a sense of community, while also incorporating yoga and mindfulness to promote self-expression and relaxation.

https://margateyogastudio.com/events-1/2025/10/15/half-term-peace-circle-with-susannah-andrews

Here

 

Inhaling 

the breeze, scented seaweed air - pause

Exhaling

the worries, the old and the new, 

release,

 let go

Breathe in the quiet, breathe out the unseen,

 And watch as the chaos becomes serene.

Here,by the waves,in the wind,

 be by the sea, 

here beneath the apple tree, 

here, at sunset, with the painted sky,

here,

where I belong

There is a voice inside my heart

 

There is a voice inside my heart

The voice that sings the song
Of the God who knows my path
I keep going forward, always keep going
The wind that carries me through the sky
The arrow of my soul goes flying
My faith is the strength that gives me flight
To the four directions I call them
Ooh, ooh, ooh...

Wiyokpiyata, Wiyokpiyata oooo (West)
Waziyata, Waziyata oooo (North)
Wioheumpata, Wioheumpata oooo (East)
Itokagata, Itokagata oooo (South)
Heya, heya, heya...

Pachamama, little Pachamama oooo
Tata wari, grandfather Tata wari oooo
Mama killa, your light that shines oooo
Wayra wayra, spirit that dances, blowing and healing when
I sing, I sing Ooh

I sing, I sing, I sing for the fire ooh
I sing, I sing, I sing for the water ooh
I sing, I sing, I sing for the earth ooh

I sing, I sing, I sing for the air and the elements and the four directions
I sing, I sing ooh...

Ayla Schafer

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wcN-PxZRltU

Hay una voz dentro mi corazón La voz que canta la canción Del Dios que sabe mi camino Sigo adelante siempre sigo El viento que me lleva por el cielo La flecha de mi alma va volando Mi fe es la fuerza que me da vuelo A las cuatro direcciones los llamo Ooooooo x 4 Wiyokpiyata, Wiyokpiyata oooo (West) Waziyata, Waziyata oooo (North) Wioheumpata, Wioheumpata oooo (East) Itokagata, Itokagata oooo (South) Heya, heya, heya x4 Pachamama pachamamita oooo Tata wari, abuelo Tata wari oooo Mama killa, tu luz que brilla oooo Wayra wayra, espíritu que baila, soplando y curando cuando Canto, canto Oooooo x 4 Canto, canto, canto por el fuego oooo Canto, canto, canto por el agua oooo Canto, canto, canto por la tierra oooo Canto, canto, canto por el aire y los elementos y las cuatro direcciones Canto, canto oooo x 4 Translation There's a voice inside my heart The voice that sings the song From God who knows my path I keep going, I always keep going. The wind that carries me to the sky The arrow of my soul is flying My faith is the force that gives me flight I call the four directions (West) (North) (East) (South) Mother Earth (Quechua) Grandfather Fire (Nawat) Mother Moon (Quechua) Wind, dancing spirit, blowing and healing when I sing I sing, sing, sing for the fire I sing, I sing, I sing for the water I sing, I sing, I sing for the earth I sing, I sing, I sing for the air and the elements and the four directions I sing, I sing

Home

 

New home

home sweet home

These bricks, these walls, this road, this town,

the sea

it's all me

This sea, this sky, this beach, this land

So much to explore, starting to grow my roots 

finding connections

I can breathe the sea air and my heart fills with

The tranquility, the comfort, the ease

And all the angels sing

 

What to do and what to say

when hanging by a thin thread

when all I do is pray

when all I have is my head

Heart in throat, trying to sing 

not weep

the song that I keep

singing out

loud

shout

so that the angels can sing with us

And so be it

it's the dream come true

The angels sing

and we are singing too

Heath and sky

 Heath and sky

Here am I

Taking in all with a deep breath

Letting it all out

Breath in and shout

This vast space, the heath

Yoga oasis for a while

Wishing the ordeal to end

And soon say goodbye

With all the memories sweet

Now all I want is to fly

Breath in the sky

Breath out and cry

Fly to the sea of blue

Move to the south skies

Trust the Universe, the Angels

Calling the four directions

Keeping calm and positive

High spirits

 Let the summer spirits

soar high

gliding, flying, reaching

for the stars

Rise up and surrender

to the full glow

to the fast flow

Receive and digest

the energy and the intensity

of it all

only to then fall

down, back to the earth

slow and steady

getting ready

Breathe, breathe through it

feet in the grass, hand in the soil

heart throb, soul boil

Risen with the heat of July

time is passing by

soon, very soon

shall be able to find peace, rest

making space, to rest

soon in my new nest

one more breath

one more

and one more

...

Tapestry

 Now, soon, we shall be

near, very near, my dear

The moon guides us

to the shores, the sand, the rocks

glistening in July's sun rays.

The seagulls come to let us know;

now, soon, we shall be

moving to the sea, you'll see.

The last threads shall be woven,

carefully chosen, love, unbroken,

our tapestry of many colours,

sea breeze, flowers

awaiting, 

the long painful hours

then, unweighting.

Moments away, the time is here,

Just a few more breaths:

Out, in, out, release

Sea song

 Shifting, surely swiftly, 

She calls, I tell her

I feel, the pull

Her call

Wait, still

while I wait

Soon it will

all move forward

the wait is long

the wait is hard

Sea song sweetly sings in my ear

From afar, I still hear her

Moving closer

Won't be long,

almost there,

We shall be near

You will see

I shall sing your song

The sea, you and me

There was a time...

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;—
Turn wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

....

....

....

Hence in a season of calm weather
Though inland far we be,
Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither,
Can in a moment travel thither,
And see the Children sport upon the shore,
And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.

....

....

....

Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

Extracts from Ode: Intimations of Immortality

by William Wordsworth

The World Is Too Much With Us

 The World Is Too Much With Us

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. —Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

William Wordsworth