Shallow Water 

I always stay in shallow water, I don’t like sharks and jellyfish. I know they don’t like the waters around the UK generally, but you never can be too careful can you.

Fear keeps me out of deep waters, fear of what I can’t see, or don’t know about. Fear holds me back from swimming because I’m afraid of the depths.

It’s very unlikely that I’d be eaten by a shark, a little more possible I’d be stung, but then again the odds aren’t high, hey I’m a coward.

I talk a lot about going beyond myself, exploring the unknown but I can’t get up to six foot in water that I can’t see through!

Maybe in order to find myself, go beyond what I know I need to practice this in the physical, do things that scare me, take a deep breath and dive in.

What do you think?




Shallow Me




Sometimes I think I am far too shallow to really get a grasp of anything beyond myself, at others I feel I’m nearing a clearing in my mind and remembering something I always knew.

I hang onto it for moments, maybe longer but then my chattering mind pops back sending me along another thought pattern. We are in a constant fight with ego, ego that’s helpful and ego that’s destructive to our growth. Ego doesn’t really want us to recognise that it’s not the be all and end all.

That’s why it’s difficult to get out of the woods sometimes, stand at the side of the forest and see things from another perspective. I remember when I was lost on that mountain in Ibiza, there were so many different trails, so many potential ways out, so many dead ends. A bit like making sense of life I thought, even in my delirious and dehydrated state!

Anyway my attempt at a shallow poem…


In the shallowness of being,

I wonder through the woods.

Not noticing the pointers,

a winding path of falsehood.

The way ahead is so tangled,

much too thick to see my way.

Determined for a moment,

but these convictions sway.

Then treading shallow water,

though the bottom can’t be seen.

I see a clearing in the trees,

don’t let this be a dream.