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  • My Own Peace

    Some days, I take a deep breath and ask the world to soften. The world never does soften. So I fall behind its wind, and I find my own peace. Continue reading

  • Hope and Peace

    What do I see when I see two sides at war? I see the middle of it all. I see the hurt of both parties, and though I tend to take the side of whoever seems to have the most… Continue reading

  • The Very Same Breath

    But surely you know the earth still breathes the very same breath. The very same breath. And surely you know we earthlings do breathe the very same breath. The very same breath. Continue reading

  • Beneath The Sad Moon

    What is this softness that takes my heart dancing beneath the sad moon? When aching life pours from the sky, and my heart cries to be heard for once without question. Will I listen? No. I will hear, but I… Continue reading

  • Culling

    I’ve just sent some picture book manuscripts off to a literary agent. I feel a lot more confident in the process since having completed the picture book course last year, so that’s my next aim. To have one of my… Continue reading

  • It’s Funny How Life Hits You

    It’s funny how life hits you. Whilst taking a shower earlier, life hit me in a simple, yet profound way. A sudden wave of gratefulness. For hot water, my goodness, such a simple thing: taken for granted every single day… Continue reading

  • Bloom

    No rose (not a single one) ever bloomed in an instant. Listen to the silence of the journey. Let the rose bloom as she will. Continue reading

  • This Way, Life

    If not this moment, when? If not under this orange-grey sky, beneath these sweeping willows, fair, where? How do we taste the rain and know it is good if we do not open our mouths? The warm salty promise of… Continue reading

  • Unravelled

    Music brought me undone again, today. Unravelled. Beautifully. Thoroughly. And though it’s not a surprise that music can so easily undress my soul, it is often a surprise to feel the way it surges and dances through my body. How… Continue reading

  • Love

    How beautiful, to know there is love. There is love. There is love. Continue reading