Have You Seen Her?

Have you seen her?
That blue eyed girl
With a smile bigger than her face
And a laugh so loud you wince.

Have you seen her?
That green eyed girl
With such an appetite for adventure
She dares to take on the world.

Have you seen her?
That grey eyed girl
With her inquisitive mind
Her desire to learn, to see, to know.

Have you seen her?
That bright eyed girl?
With her dreams of change
And grand plans for progress.

Have you seen her?
That golden eyed girl
With her passion for freedom
Her love for justice and peace.

Have you seen her?
The Irish eyed girl.
Please send her to me.
Back to me.
Her and I were meant to be.
Without she

Thank you Dr King…

Today I pay homage to one of the greatest men to have lived and passed in the 20th Century.

A man of faith, peace, virtue, courage, strength, passion and purpose. A man who dedicated his life to fighting for one of our most important causes.

Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

The non-violent activist leader of the successful civil rights movement in the USA, who was so tragically assassinated in 1968.

Every third Monday in January is Dr Martin Luther King Jr day (his birthday is 15th January).

It is one of only 4 National holidays in the US calendar dedicated to commemorate a private citizen.

He lived to teach many we are one.

And died for the unity of us all.

A true King amongst men.

  • Here is a fantastic video edit which a FB friend showed me that adds autotune and music to Dr King’s classic message of peace and unity

    Thank you Dr Martin Luther King Jr for all that you achieved and all that you started, may we all continue to peacefully progress towards the universal humanitarian quest for racial equality, unity and justice.

  • I am mine.

    Yesterday is the day I officially/legally became ‘Miss Naomi Jane‘.

    Some of you will understand the importance and significance this holds for me. Some of you won’t. Either way. I am so Happy.

    Feel my JOY!

    I am reborn.

    I feel all shiny and brand new.

    Happy New Me.




    I am mine.

    Onwards, upwards and 4WDs…

    Brap x

    Christmas Wishes and Mistletoe Kisses…

    and here are some I made earlier...

    Whatever Christmas means to you, may it be a time full of family, friends, peace, love, reflection and joy for you all. x

    Peace & The Phoenix

    I wrote this piece on the long plane journey from sunny Sao Paulo, Brazil back to miserable London, UK back in January this year. I’d been out there on an International Leadership Programme with WYSE and my hardnosedcitygirlself had really struggled with a lot of the introspective reflection required. It was the amazing people I was surrounded by who got me through. Reading this now. I still have a lot to learn and a lot to work on. And that is life.

    I am eternally grateful to my WYSE family, and of course, the beautiful Phoenix.


    For my WYSE family…

    I want to let you all know I was wrong, and I am at peace with admitting it! I feel joy!

    Peace IS within me. It is shining brighter every day.

    It has been there all along, It was just buried deep down, covered by all of the hurts and pains I’ve stored and bottled. Being within a community of such wonderful, warm and beautiful people- all of whom projected peace from within (whether consciously or not) has shown me that peace I was looking for outside of myself was actually already within. And it didn’t need to be sought and ingested but actually needs to be unearthed and drawn out. I DO know what peace looks like – it is pure light. I DO know what peace feels like it is warm, and it is light. It’s just been a long time since I made time to find and identify peace within me.

    I have been so busy, for so long, being the externally focussed pragmatist that I am, that I hadn’t made the time to check out my own interior. So cobwebs had formed and dust had gathered, to the extent where I initially struggled to get open my own front gate, let alone my front door.

    I’ve spent the last few weeks, viewing your luminous houses, seeking sources for the peace I have desired for as long as I have ignored my inside. I have seen your radiant houses glow, pulsate and at times you have consumed my vision with your beams. Through clean sparkling windows I saw well maintained burning fireplaces and shimmering chandeliers, illuminating the outside world. I reluctantly looked over my shoulder at my own neglected house, with its dirty windows and shady garden. But then some of you started to pay attention to my aloof house, and some of you took the time and made the effort to ask challenging questions, speak cleansing words, share enlightening stories or give warm encouragements. It was then I risked opening up my rusty garden gates to you. How glad I am that I did. A number of you just stood in my garden and beautifully shone, lighting up its darkest corners, and flowers started to grow. I watched in amazement. All this time I thought pure independence was the way forward. Some of you served so beautifully you wiped the grime from the windows of my house with your own bare hands. I was speechless. Beyond overwhelmed. I saw out of the corner of my eye a faint glow shining through my windows’ internal layers of dirt. I smiled. I felt hope.

    Your light shone a light on mine.

    One stunning individual amongst you, who shone so brightly she near blinded me on first sight, walked confidently and directly up to my front door, turned to me and smiled. I nearly fainted with fear. She was so bright, so brilliant, so dazzling, I pried open my front door and let her in, despite its internal state. She was my first guest for a long time, and a Princess at that. I was almost ashamed of my abode’s state, how much of a mess it was and how much tat I had thrown about the place. But she didn’t judge me, and I felt safe with her. I felt so liberated I openly wept.

    She held me and a warmth filled my core. She gently lit a match on my palm and gave it to me. As she walked around my rooms, she sometimes danced, sometimes laughed, and sometimes just took my hands in hers and looked at me. My heart leaped. Wherever she trod, her footprints made the rubbish at her feet so ugly, so insignificant, so unnecessary, I just had to set it alight. As she roamed, and I lit piece after piece, I began to feel lighter. I sighed. As the junk burnt, beneath it I found gorgeous lamps, torches and pretty candles, all inscribed with my name, all a part of me. I started to turn them on and put the candles in the darkest spots. They illuminated more junk, and I realised this was a major task, that might take my whole lifetime to fully complete. The brightness and the vividness were pure freedom. I started to wash the insides of my windows, I wanted to share with all my newfound light. I felt peace.

    Perhaps while I cleaned, my light could shine on others.

    I felt so elated. So strong, so free. So alight, so light.

    She had seen all my junk, and yet still she took my face in her hands and told me I was truly beautiful. Outside I could hear your warm words reinforcing hers. I believed. I felt faith.

    I then realised not only had I rediscovered peace, I had rediscovered trust.

    I looked outside my clear windows and there you all were, in my garden, smiling and waving and telling me you could see my light and that it was growing in strength and intensity, I felt overwhelmed. So grateful. What amazing grace. What peace. What love. What life.

    I turned and looked at this beautiful angel with flames in her eyes. She who I let dance in my house and who sung to my heart. She who’s presence doused my junk with gasoline, who gave me the match and showed me how to breathe worthless ashes into fiery flames. I want her with me always.

    As purifying flames grew around me, and I felt cleansing heat on my back, she rose and transformed before me into a glittering bird so bold and beautiful the flames paled in comparison. Feathers aflame with the colours of the rainbow, I discovered a new beauty. A wild and free beauty that was not to be contained within another’s house, but was to rise and soar, to fly to new heights and spread the freedom of flames to others.

    As she took flight, I wondered how I’d manage, how I’d cope without her song, how I’d enjoy life without her presence. I closed my eyes and tears rolled down my cheeks. I opened my eyes, and saw a feather dancing in a flame. I felt her warmth, and faintly heard her song. In love, in spirit, in peace, she was still with me.

    I wondered how I’d manage without your support, without your encouragement, without your examples. In love, in spirit and in peace, you are all still with me, waving outside my window and smiling your beauty my way, your kind words ringing in my ears. A family of love and understanding. A family of peace.

    What beautiful gifts.


    12th January 2010

    Croydon Week of Peace

    Croydon Safer Partnership asked me to give a speech at the Croydon Week of Peace Launch event at the Town Hall.

    It was a real honour to speak from the same podium as Reverend Nims Obunge, the Founder of the Peace Alliance.

    I spoke about how my personal experiences have inspired me to set up 4WD and start working with young people to create pro-active solutions to social problems such as youth under-achievement, hostility and violence.

    Check out the BBC’s article on the event and my interview HERE.