Dancing to the sounds of trees and stones and slow minutes ticking in our hearts and bones.

Music is for souls & hearts to dance & sing.Art is for expressing your visionary being.Words are tools for exploring & celebrating.Time is a pool to swim & dream & create in.Waste not one jot of what you are given!Use everything you've got to maximise living.

I was moved beyond words. The train ride over the mountains from lake Titticaca to Cusco reminded me of Africa where I grew up; and 4 days walking on the Inca Trail, then more in the jungle, just magnificent - time, space, and splendour. Our planet is superb!

Time is a pool to swim & dream & create in.

Time is not ours and we would not own it. It does not wound us to say so.from the prose poem INNOCENCE