A sometime writer, a full time explorer of the meaning of all that is...
Day 1. I’m writing a book of a life exposed, telling all those in my past, present and perhaps even my future that I blamed you for me. You will be pictured raw and stark, along with me on these pages clear for all to see, though this is for me and I hope will not be seen by another living soul.
By Wendy Roe4 years ago in Journal
I walked into a party like I was walking through my soul; I tipped my hat at the door, adjusted my bohemian shawl and pulled my shoulders back. I glanced around and caught a glimpse of me reflected back in an antique mirror on the wall. My image was serene, poised and confident, elegant sophisticated and mysterious as my lashes hid my fears.
By Wendy Roe4 years ago in Fiction
A whisper spreads across the world, and as it swirls and weaves its way amidst the mountains and the oceans - it changes.
By Wendy Roe4 years ago in Earth
My last letter from Dad was started on November 15th 1996, a day after my 40th birthday, with the last entry written on November 27th. He never sent it. Anh found it after his death and posted it to me on December 27th. A bitter sweet letter coming as it did posthumously.
By Wendy Roe4 years ago in Families
Unlearn that which you have been taught. Allow yourself to dream deep into yourself. See these dreams as paths. Unravel yourself as you journey deep within to create that which is without.
By Wendy Roe4 years ago in Poets
I am a code. Encrypted, complex and multi layered. This code was designed by me in ancient wisdom with a humorous twist who threw away the key. That me, that ancient all-knowing me, sits and watches as I search and delve deep within and without to unravel this Code of me.
I am the shiver of creation. The very moment that births form And very moment thereafter. I am the breath that is expelled.
The following story (age range is probably from 7 to 11 year olds) came about from my now 35 year old son’s interest in dinosaurs as a child. I made up an ongoing nightly story of a boy called Simon who found a dinosaur egg which hatched and he had the dinosaur as a friend. It went on each night for quite a while (I had to keep on my toes with new adventures) and though I don’t remember it exactly as it was never written down this story is the essence. The adventures continued with Jupiter and Simon becoming a celebrity – think friendly dragon. My son now has his own child - a daughter, though only 5 months old - and when I see them in a few days for the first time in 18 months, due to the pandemic, I will share this with him and ask him if he remembers…
By Wendy Roe5 years ago in Families
I am a code, encrypted, complex, multi layered I am everyone and everywhere. In every time and infinite space, I slip and slide lost in twisted paths, amidst the stars strewn throughout creations midnight work of art.
By Wendy Roe5 years ago in Poets
Imagine a cool autumn evening in Queensland, Australia in 2019. It is clear and bright with stars after weeks of rain. The weather apps say no rain expected. So with a huge amount of trust our small team forges ahead preparing for an extraordinary event.
By Wendy Roe5 years ago in Journal
The year 2020 gave me pause. Not only in the physical sense but also gave me pause to think - to simply BE still in the moment. I stayed home like so many, however unlike millions thrown into chaos around the world I stayed home in the countryside. Trees surrounded me, vegetable plants grew to be eaten directly from the garden. I had room to breathe, to walk outside on 38 acres without bumping into anyone - without the need to social distance or mask up. I felt myself pause and allow Mother Earth to embrace me in a comforting hug.
By Wendy Roe5 years ago in Earth
Fragments of a dreaming wake me ever so lightly, I stumble to clear the elusive life overlapping from there to here. Sunlight streams golden through un-curtained windows.
