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  • The River I Am

    The river I am. I fall in love with the next creative thing, and there I stay for a while (but not forever.) When I create, I flow, I cannot be boxed. I am sometimes a writer. Sometimes a musician.… Continue reading

  • Choosing Better

    The darkness of life is a wonderful teacher. I’ve been there a time or two, and now I say, ‘no’. Lovingly, with fire and ice, I say no. No, thank you. No. Thank you, no more. Such a lovely relief,… Continue reading

  • Peace and Drama

    The sky is marble grey and it is raining. It is so very lovely. Peaceful if I were to give it a word. And here I am, relaxing my way through another afternoon of life in the 35th week of… Continue reading

  • 100 Years Pregnant

    I love being pregnant. I love the way it looks, I love the way it feels. I love it. Love it. Love it. But. I do feel like I’ve run a marathon and a half. At the end of the… Continue reading

  • Which Aspect Of ‘Now’ Are We Talking About?

    I’ve become an expert in solving problems that may or may not occur. It’s both a wonderful and a terrible thing, depending on the perspective you take. Problems do not exist, for instance, until the moment they occur and are… Continue reading

  • False Labour And Celebratory Chocolate

    I’ve just eaten some celebratory chocolate. This chocolate (and as you all know, I’m quite partial to a piece or four on any regular day) was very much celebrated if only for the fact that it meant I was home… Continue reading

  • Feel

    Some days, I can’t be here for you. Some days I need you, to hold my softness and let me fall. It is a beautiful drift of snow that feathers the earth of me. A gentle spring breeze beyond the… Continue reading

  • One Small Me

    If I am not her, that good and lovely girl in a box, who am I? Now that this body is alive with the energy of all of life, who am I? I believe this, but I believe the opposite… Continue reading

  • The Sound Of Silence

    How lovely it was to call the darkness an old friend. The darkness inside, the darkness outside. Did they even know it was both of which they spoke? A Neon God was made so beautifully to shine light for all… Continue reading

  • Waiting For Baby

    It’s a beautiful time, for me. I’m seven weeks away from meeting my sweet little baby number three, and nesting has well and truly begun. Life has been busy and forceful, if I look at it carefully and agree with… Continue reading