How It All Started…

My “poetry part” was born under the gentle glow of the Strawberry Moon in Ericeira, Portugal, during a time of deep inner work guided by a wonderful Senior IFS Lead Trainer—someone who held space like a midwife, with deep knowing and trust in the process, gently supporting what was already ready to emerge. Surrounded by the rolling waves—both of the vast Atlantic and the collective Self energy of 48 beautifully Self-led humans—something unexpected happened. Words began to take shape, carrying the rhythm of the sea, the spaciousness of Self, and the essence of that profound experience.

I wouldn’t call myself a prolific poet—at the breakneck speed of about one poem per year, my muse seems delightfully committed to the slow art of patience. But when my poetry part does make an appearance—these days often inspired by holding space for others—it brings me so much joy. Each piece feels like a small but meaningful gift, arriving exactly when it’s ready, never a moment too soon.