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  • Energy

    Energy speaks truer than words. Continue reading

  • Sadness in The Corner

    There is sadness in the corner. A beautiful sadness that calls to me, many a day, and I can’t help but follow. I can’t help but wonder why. When life is ever so dear, and joy is found sweetly in… Continue reading

  • Rain

    Today, there is rain. And the most beautiful peace. Continue reading

  • This War

    I do not want this war. This softness, I am. I do not want this war. And yet, it flows where peace seeks to be. And yet, aggression is somehow, the twisted arm of this peaceful river. Must we simply… Continue reading

  • Heart Broken

    My skin is peeled, once more, and I am flesh on open bone. Why is it that darkness must be, in order for light to be known? Why is loss needed to highlight the beauty of having had? Why is… Continue reading

  • Truth

    I am drinking night-time tea, writing, as if to write to a lover of feelings yet to be spoken. I’ve been in the garden today. I sometimes wish my Nan was still alive so I could ask her: ‘Is this… Continue reading

  • Sleep

    Oh, weary soul. I barely see you behind those tired eyes. Let us rest, deeply, beautifully, with compassion for all life has given, harshly. It is a darling life. A life to be cherished with each breath of our aching… Continue reading

  • Wildflowers

    I must remind myself: the wildflowers will wait. Continue reading

  • The Home Of Me

    For when the rain comes, I know I am safe in the home of me. Continue reading

  • The Cookie

    We spend a great deal of our lives being afraid of the cookie, don’t we? Too much sugar, too much fat, too much cookie induced shame (note to self, and the world: shame causes more damage than the cookie.) If… Continue reading