dark waves

Arrows in the Water

Alone in the water
We’ll drown tonight
Sorted with arrows
Pierced alive

I’ve walked over glass for the sound of someone else
The soft cracks trace along the bottom of my feet
Just for you to feel better than me

Walked through the ocean, scared of the rain
Yelling at nothing at all

Like yellow and sunset, orange gold amber
We walk through the dark, illuminated danger
Let us become okay with breathing in the carbon dioxide
And let us not expel that which divides

You’re torn in two
Ripped through
Walls are shattered in not much time at all
Cascading pieces of yourself left behind
Time is a fragile piece of missing life
Let us remember the first turn of the knife
The darkest night
For the darkest lives
Awake but not tortured
But we’re written in stone
Hopeful to expel that which
We do not wish to own
But chains are rigid, locked in the wrists
Weighing us to the bottom of the ocean tides

History’s page is turning the knife
Carving out all of your time

– Rebecca Elizabeth Anne

dark sea gif

Going on Holiday with the Dark


Just a note to those who might email or message me, or book an appointment at http://rebeccaelizabethanne.com As of today I will be mostly unavailable due to going on a holiday for 1 week (and it’s my b’day on the 7th wooooo). Will be back online (properly) on the 9th of Jan.

Happy New Year to eeeverryoooneee.


P.S. I was freaking out about how un-organised things are with it, but I decided to pretend like nothing is planned and there’s nothing I could be doing about it, and that has allowed me to move into a space of allowing and I feel much clearer and happier. My list is pretty put together and I am prepared for anything because I expect nothing (because I don’t know what to to expect, I mean).

(^ A helpful tip for those who are like me E.g. ‘WTF DO YOU MEAN WE ARE DRIVING AROUND AT 6PM TRYING TO FIND A SPOT TO CAMP IN THE BUSH, IN THE RAIN, IN THE DARK’ (re: last time)
Now maybe this time I will be able to just let the rain kiss my skin and the dark whisper its simple, deep secrets.

Pause for the Dark

Pause for the Dark (Your Sometimes Friend)


I pause for the dark

Looking for some kind of sign

But you’re not anywhere to be found

Yet your silence is so god damn loud


Water’s falling

On the creaking floor boards

Rain’s flooding at my feet

But you don’t move

It’s not your problem

‘get yourself a towel’ you say

As I get washed away

I washed away


I left behind a trail of dust

That you explore with your fingers

But only at dusk

When I’m just


Nothing there

Not stable enough for you to have to touch

Not real enough for you to have to love

Just there when you want me

Your sometimes friend

That’s all you wanted in the end

And I realised it way too late


oh god if I had have just been smarter

could this have hurt any harder

I don’t think so

Glad I won’t know

because I’m faded away now

now we’re at the end


Just take me back to the ocean.



Quote: Prof. Jerry Waxman

There is a fundamental reason why we look at the sky with wonder and longing—for the same reason that we stand, hour after hour, gazing at the distant swell of the open ocean. There is something like an ancient wisdom, encoded and tucked away in our DNA, which knows its point of origin as surely as a salmon knows its creek. Intellectually, we may not want to return there, but the genes know, and long for their origins—their home in the salty depths. But if the seas are our immediate source, the penultimate source is certainly the heavens… The spectacular truth is—and this is something that your DNA has known all along—the very atoms of your body—the iron, calcium, phosphorus, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, and on and on—were initially forged in long-dead stars. This is why, when you stand outside under a moonless, country sky, you feel some ineffable tugging at your innards. We are star stuff. Keep looking up.

Prof. Jerry Waxman from NYU

I have always known this. We stare in awe at the vastness and beauty of nature…because we are it.