Healing the heart with
words of comfort & life
The aim of this site is to bring together words that bring comfort and life and to be a showcase for writers and poets whose work helps to lead the reader to a place of inner healing.
Welcome to Heartsease
An infusion of the Heartsease plant was once believed to be able to mend a broken heart.
Words are powerful and can be used to heal or to wound
The aim of this site is to bring together words that bring comfort and life and to be a showcase for writers and poets whose work helps to lead the reader to a place of inner healing.
It also aims to be an online place of connection for writers and poets whose work reflects the heartsease vision either directly, or by revealing to the reader something that is in his heart.
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Words are powerful and can be used to heal or to wound
Set in the folk scene at the end of the Sixties, Chasing the Wind is a story of co-dependence; of love and hate held in tension. Bobby Barron is a gifted artist and folk musician who is desperate for his father’s love and approval.
All Bobby’s efforts to please his father fail and when his father forces him to work in the family graphic design business, things come to a head and truths about the past emerge.
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From the Blog
Psychological Projection
Have you ever had someone accuse you of thinking something that was totally untrue, and which on reflection you think is likely to be a negative trait of theirs? I have, and it’s relatively easy to see in someone else.
Holding A Grudge Is Bad For You
We’ve all been wronged at some time in our lives and it isn’t always easy to forgive.
Compassion Is Good For You
All too often we think that we will find happiness by position, promotion, possessions, or perfect houses and families, but when we get one thing, we want more.
Poetry
The Stranger
I could not place the lady who stared back. In vain I sought to recognise her face. I wracked my brain, but all to no avail. Her countenance was creased her hair matt grey limp clothes hung on a frail, stooped form framed in an autumn mist. I looked at her with wistful sigh, knowing […]
Night Voices
At night the voice of evil echoes in my head. It leaves the soundproof cell it occupies by day, infecting the wound of imagination. A taunting drone of accusation. I turn, from side to side but peace ignores my inner cry, it passes by brushing my face with a clammy hand. There will be no […]
Destruction
Ambushed by saboteurs I returned, too late. Loud shouts cried the warning. Choking on smoke I advanced, Battled the blinding darkeness to rescue from the ruins. The battering ram of fear pounded my temples. There was no defence. I surveyed the burnt remains of the cake.
Hyenas (A poem about bullies)
They smile, and all the while they ponder how to pounce upon their prey. The hounds stalk, surround and terrify the trembling foe with haunting howls. They isolate their victim, sneer and snarl, protected by the pack, they attack.