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  • In-between

    I’ve just read a friend’s blog post. It’s broken me in half, completely stripped my soul bare. It was about that very raw and real human conundrum: that invisible place between here and there. That pristine place that almost exits,… Continue reading

  • A Better Day

    There’s a hurricane in your pain. It whirls around my body as I feel you; all the moments that sliced you open and exposed the parts of your soul you’ve tried so hard to forget. I see you, and I… Continue reading

  • The Story Of Us

    Have you noticed how life leaves clues along the way? At the time the clues are dropped, we often miss them (or at least, I do) but looking back, it’s so clear why this thing, that thing, or the other… Continue reading

  • How To Achieve Peace

    I tend to think that the root of all war starts with the individual. More specifically, the constant fights (and wholehearted agreements) we have—umm, with ourselves— about how good or bad, or right or wrong we are in relation to… Continue reading

  • Connected

    I felt connected to myself today, somehow more grounded than I’ve felt for a long while. It was a surprising— and much longed for—shift in energy, I have to say. It reminded me of the early days of this blog,… Continue reading

  • Shifting Seas

    Follow my blog with Bloglovin My beautiful bloggy friends, I’m moving things around a little bit in my world, as most of you are already painfully aware. I am both sorry that you’ve all been the recipients of such upheaval,… Continue reading

  • Love You Sweetly

    Let me love you sweetly, someday love. Promise you’ll be unafraid and I will hold you in the deep, keep you wrapped in the wings of my never ending soul. Breathe. Breathe again. Your bones will not shatter on the… Continue reading

  • The Ache Of Ever After

    When the sun joins hands with the silver white mountain tops, she will remember him. And an ache will drift slowly across the heart left between them. An ache of ever after’s ‘what if.’ An ache always to linger on. Continue reading

  • This Little River

    This little river. This little boat. I never could have imagined this peaceful place in the shade of Autumn and her beautiful, falling colours. Shall I meet you at the rivers edge? Might we sit a while, watching the ducks… Continue reading

  • What If

    What if this moment spun into a million sparks of you and me. Wrapped around each other’s bodies and breath, folded into the heady fabric of now. What if this bliss already exists because you are in me, and I… Continue reading