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  • The Journey of Friendship and Healing

    In this quiet, I am home. I’ve always been home, here, in the beauty of the aching quiet. And beneath the glow of warm light, with a beautiful Piano soundtrack playing in the background… home has never felt so precious.… Continue reading

  • Stillness

    I’ve been deep in presence, today. It’s the loveliest feeling of stillness. The beautiful light that sits quietly in my body, a light I don’t always have the privilege of feeling, simply because I am human. Being ’embodied’ I think… Continue reading

  • Embracing Gratitude: Finding the Beauty in Chaos.

    I get to lie with my little girl, again. She’ll flail her four-year-old legs, again, she’ll tell me she’s not tired. Many, many times. But I get to do this. I get to feel her tiny thumb slide up and… Continue reading

  • The Journey to Self: Discovering What Home Means

    I tried to say goodbye. To start something new, in a place just a little different to here. I tried on new words, I tried to place myself in a box, neat and tidy with a bow. But each time… Continue reading

  • A Thousdand Posts, Goodbye.

    It’s fitting that this is my 1000th post. I almost couldn’t type the word, goodbye, in the title. My website domain has expired and it’s time to let this beautiful bloggy home of mine go. I just don’t have the… Continue reading

  • Heart

    My heart makes it clear when it wants to speak. It softens. Warms. And I listen, as if it might whisper some sort of miracle to me, a recipe to make the aching go away. There has been such joy… Continue reading

  • Merry Christmas

    To my dear, dear bloggy friends. Merry Christmas to you. I’m so grateful for you all. Thank you for understanding my need to come and go with the seasons. I wish only to bring you the essence of me, which… Continue reading

  • Beautiful

    It is beautiful in here. So beautiful in my little room, orange lit and warm. Home, a precious space of safety. It is this perfection that slows life down. A perfection that has my eyes slowly moving from cushions laid… Continue reading

  • Rose

    We are all roses. Slowly opening, slowly becoming a more fuller version of the buds we once were. I’ve been stuck on one row of petals for quite some time now, because unlike the perfect growth of an actual Rose,… Continue reading

  • Fears

    It’s becoming clearer as life goes on that…I am afraid. Of a lot of things, really, but mainly of losing control. Of myself. Of my life. The fear rolls around in my heart and tenses my muscles until I remember… Continue reading