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  • Let Go

    Let go. For peace. Continue reading

  • Bright New Day

    I send my heart to those in pain. Let me sit beside you in the dark. Let me remind you: darkness is the ship to a bright new day. Continue reading

  • The Wind

    The wind, I think, is peace. The breath of the earth. The song of the trees. And we will bathe in her softness, today, and every day. The wind, I think, rolls all days into one. May she catch us… Continue reading

  • Soul

    I had to write. With my heart open wide and my energy flowing, I had to write because writing is what my soul does when it needs to breathe. My soul needs to breathe. I stood beneath a tree in… Continue reading

  • Soft Things

    She floats on the wind as they stare. And they will never know her as their own. Never see her truth as anything other than feathers in the garden. Yet, she knows herself, dear. And she knows, darling softness, that… Continue reading

  • And Just Like That

    Here we are. The 25th of March (in Australia) and the final day of my lots and lots of days in a row of meeting you in bloggy land. I’ll admit that, this time around, it’s been difficult to be… Continue reading

  • Little Koala Arms

    Such adorable little roots. And no one is more surprised than I am that my plant journey has taken me this way. It was just the way of the wind and so I flew there, in a great big gust… Continue reading

  • Motherhood

    Motherhood has opened my heart in both expected and unexpected ways. It’s taught me that I never truly knew concepts such as shame or guilt before, or responsibility, or disappointment, or sorrow. And I often get down on myself when… Continue reading

  • A Little Story

    A little story. A lovely one. While standing in line at the shop, today, holding a baby in one arm and a pram in the other, the lady in front of me turned. ‘Please go ahead of us. I see… Continue reading

  • Kissed

    How beautiful to see your tears and know your soul has been kissed by music. Continue reading