My friend Elif writes,
after yesterday’s essence,
kindly and deliciously hosted by Saoirse,
a becoming,
a belonging.
A Sense ( of Essence)
I dreamt a woman – me,
arms filled with white doves
suddenly taking flight
in all sorts of directions,
and me gasping with surprise,
joy and wonder…
Ah, the delight of
embracing what is passing and
tingling with what is always here now.
The wonder of it all – of us together.
A leap of heart
into the moment
here we go…
Yup, how good to be guided and companioned
by people, by dreams, by life.
Encouraged to essence.




It was a delightful journey to leap into together with kindred souls, thank you dear Tenneson and Saoirse…
Yup, yup — Elif.
And then the poems comes to us too!
🙂