Blue Tree Therapy ~ Design and Photography by Sue Berry ©

A Chance to Pause and Breathe

Gallery and poetry to help soothe the soul

For a New Beginning


In out of the way places of the heart
Where your thoughts never think to wander
This beginning has been quietly forming
Waiting until you were ready to emerge.


For a long time it has watched your desire
Feeling the emptiness grow inside you
Noticing how you willed yourself on
Still unable to leave what you had outgrown.


It watched you play with the seduction of safety
And the grey promises that sameness whispered
Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent
Wondered would you always live like this.


Then the delight, when your courage kindled,
And out you stepped onto new ground,
Your eyes young again with energy and dream
A path of plenitude opening before you.


Though your destination is not clear
You can trust the promise of this opening;
Unfurl yourself into the grace of new beginning
That is at one with your life’s desire.


Awaken your spirit to adventure
Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk
Soon you will be home in a new rhythm
For your soul senses the world that awaits you.

John O’Donohue


What if There is No Need to Change?


What if there is no need to change?

No need to transform yourself

Into someone who is more compassionate, more present, more loving, or wise?

How would this affect all the places in your life where you are endlessly trying to be better, or different?

What if the task is simply to unfold

To become who you already are in your essential nature –

Gentle, compassionate,

and capable of living fully and passionately present?

What if the question is not,

Why am I so infrequently the person I really want to be?

But ‘why do I so infrequently want to be the person I really am?’

How would this change what you think you have to learn?

What if becoming who and what we truly are happens not through striving and trying

But by recognising and receiving the people and places and practices

That are for us the warmth of encouragement we need to unfold?

How would this shape the choices you make about how to spend today?

What if you know that the impulse to move in a way that creates beauty in the world

Will arise from deep within

And guide you every time you simply pay attention

And wait.

How would this shape your stillness, your movement,

Your willingness to follow this impulse

To just let go

And dance?


Oriah Mountain Dreamer




Look, look at me,

Eyes that burn like coal

seeing into your soul

as you shiver and turn away,

enveloped in fear.


Fidgeting, fighting,

busy, tired.

Pushing, ignoring,

too much,

too little.


Too many excuses.

Not even knowing.

Where are you?

When did you lose

this moment?

This breath?

 This being with?

Look, look at me.

Eyes that invite you in.





How did it get to this?

Too scared to be. 

Too busy to sit

and watch the sun

as it rises.

Melting the morning dew

one droplet at a time.


Look, look at me.


Sue Berry


The Place Where We Are Right

From the place where we are right
Flowers will never grow
In the spring.

The place where we are right
Is hard and trampled
Like a yard.

But doubts and loves
Dig up the world
Like a mole, a plow.
And a whisper will be heard in the place
Where the ruined
House once stood.

Yehuda Amichai





Hope hangs from a leaf like a droplet of dew,

hope scatters the leaves from a broom or a shoe.

Hope lands on a lily pad like a frog or a newt

and flies in the wind like a red parachute.


Hope whispers in the trees

brings us to our knees.

It lights up our dreams and

it shines ‘til it gleams.

It breaks us and makes us, and

tears us in three, it shakes us

and grates us and holds onto me.


And we wait and we shiver and we beg it to stay…

and hope stands at the door and

it bids us good day.


Then it stands

and it waits….

‘Til we ask it to stay.


 Sue Berry



I  had a paint box

I had a paint box, each color glowing with delight.

I had a paint box with colors warm

With colors cool and bright.      

I had no red, red for wounds and red for blood.
I had no black for an orphaned child.
I had no white, for the face of the dead.
I had no yellow for burning sands.

But I had a paint box, each color glowing with delight.
I had a paint box with colors warm,
With colors cool and bright.

I had orange for joy and life. 
I had green for buds and bloom.
I had blue for clear bright skies.  
I had pink for dreams and rest.

I had a paint box, each color glowing with delight.
I sat down and painted peace.

Words by Tali Shurel – 13 years old