See how the child reaches out instinctively To feel how the fire will feel See how the man reaches out instinctively For what he cannot have The pull and the push of it all Reaching out for the hand Reaching out for the hand that smacked Reaching out for that hand to hold Reaching out for the Star Reaching out for the Star that explodes Reaching out for Mama See how the flower leans instinctively toward the light See how the heart reaches out instinctively For no reason but to touch The pull and the push of it all Reaching out for the hand Reaching out for the hand that smacked Reaching out for that hand to hold Reaching out for the Star Reaching out for the Star that explodes Reaching out for Mama Reaching out for Mama Kate Bush, Reaching Out from The Sensual World album, 1989. Image Helping Hand Renee Paule.

Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved Everything up to that point had been left unresolved Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm Come in, she said I'll give ya shelter from the storm I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn Come in, she said I'll give ya shelter from the storm Bob Dylan Photo of himself and Sara Lownds

Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak knits up the o'er wrought heart and bids it break. -William Shakespeare, Macbeth.

O the snows they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing; And the corn it ripens fastest when the frosts are setting in; And when a woman tells me that my face she'll soon forget, Before we part, I wad a crown, she's fain to follow't yet. Thomas Doubleday 1882.

Crocuses sprouting up all over in Dublin. Opening to spring. What new life is coming in?

Beautiful spring walk in Blackrock park before the course in Somatic Experiencing trauma therapy begins.

Ever feel like you are on the wrong track? #counselling #psychotherapy #self help Photo Keith Alexander.

Stand still. The trees ahead and the bushes beside you Are not lost . Wherever you are is called Here, And you must treat it as a poweful stranger, Must ask permission to know it and be known. The forest breathes. Listen. It answers, I have made this place around you, If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here. No two trees are the same to Raven. No two branches are the same to Wren. If what a tree or bush does is lost on you, You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows Where you are. You must let it find you. David Wagoner. Lost. Image Pinterest.

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it. Rumi. Picture pinterest