About Jane

Jane’s writing links a love of this planet, its rocks and oceans, trees and bees, with experience of the intimacy and wildness of God, of Goddess, of Spirit.  It is a way of growing closer to the things she writes about.  It is a way of growing in love and in awareness of the Oneness linking us all. Her practice includes singing to the earth and the trees, and writing Praying for the Planet emails.

Her journey has included living in community at the Findhorn Foundation, celebrating Jewish festivals with her family and hosting a church in her home.  Her writing bridges Christian and Holistic spirituality.  She is particularly interested in the divine feminine, and in the fullness of Gaia.

She has qualifications in biology, geology and theology as well as counselling, education and pastoral studies.  She has been a teacher, youth worker and senior manager working with young people, the unemployed, and people with a mental health or substance abuse problem.  She home schooled her daughters when they were young.

Jane is a spiritual companion, she was a commissioned minister in a local church and is part of the core team of CANA (Christians Awakening to New Awareness) as well as WW-V  (WholeWorld-View).  She is a member of the Bus Pass to Broadway dance company and loves Cole Porter, orchids, colour and dragons.  She lives on the Western edge of London with her husband Bill and her dogs Bella and Rosie.

Inner Wellies

Each morning
I’m going to put on
my inner wellies
so I can splosh and slop
through all the floods and mud
life sends me
instead of tiptoeing round the edge
or getting stuck in the muck.

Where the birds sing

The hazel and hawthorn trees dapple the foxglove and campion.
The bracken breaks through like a bishop’s crook,
the brambles arch and the nettles gather.
They hold silence like a living quality of air,
broken by birdsong and bees’ hum
and the river stroking the stones in the hollow.
There is a magic quality to wild places that restores the soul.

A leaf between my toes

My garden was so lovely
this morning
but I couldn’t linger.
I returned to it
just now
after a shower of rain,
walking the grass
in bare feet,
saying hello
to the new flowers
while leaning
into the wet leaves.
I came back to the house
with a leaf between my toes
and a freshness in my heart.