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  • Growing Pains

    It’s like the Incredible Hulk. When he transitions from man to beast. It’s not a pretty process, the stretching of the psyche. A shifting into the new. It’s clunky. And really, really hard sometimes. Learning who and why I am… Continue reading

  • Writing

    I’ve loved writing everyday, again. Falling into the softness of me. I think I’ve loved it because it’s made me stay. Stay as this flow that I am, this…whatever it is that I am. I’m tired, tonight, so this will… Continue reading

  • Changes

    My body and my psyche are currently on spin cycle. I’ve been knocked around by the latest viral delight to have nested in my bones. I’ve appreciated the rest, that is for certain. I’m so grateful to be sharing this… Continue reading

  • The Quiet And Still of It All

    He’s so present with his feathers. Sweet little bird. Sitting on a thin branch that reaches for the sky, not too far from the window, he preens as I sit here with a pillow on my lap, and my mac… Continue reading

  • It Was The Book That Changed Me. Now, I Don’t Know How to Feel.

    I was transfixed, sitting inside the magical world it had taken me to. My teacher had read it perfectly, every line was an invitation, every word was so beautiful I could have listened to her all day. The book was… Continue reading

  • John Williams Documentary

    I’m watching it right now, and wow. Stephen Spielberg just spoke about how, after John wrote the music for his first film (The Sugarland Express), he vowed to use John for every single film he would ever make. Isn’t that… Continue reading

  • Unwell

    I wasn’t going to write. I’m beyond unwell, but Panadol and Nurofen are keeping my temperature down, so I’ve got some moments. It’s truly a wonder, the beauty of empathy. My little four year old, I’m certain, will be a… Continue reading

  • A Little Girl

    There is a tiny human in my life (four years old, and very sweet) who is wide awake at 9pm. Waiting for her best friend (me) to take her back to bed. It’s unknown the origins of this excess late… Continue reading

  • Exploring Personal Growth Through My Yoga Practice

    It’s been a season of stretching. Not stretching in the physical sense, although yoga brings me that opportunity, often. I mean, emotionally and spiritually. I’m softening and maybe accepting myself a little more. It feels really nice to say that.… Continue reading

  • Rejection

    I’ve just been drawing pillow cases. Joyful pillowcases. Sad pillowcases. Cross pillow cases. Is this really what the world has come to? Actually, it’s a lot of fun drawing pillowcases. The sweet darlings feel as though they could have been… Continue reading