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  • Snowflake

    I must be a snowflake. Pristine and fragile as the storm rages. In the shadow of the ice hills, I tumble searching for home. Never landing. Always floating, tumbling, hurting. Home. Where are you? Where are you steady and gentle… Continue reading

  • Hiding

    There must have been a fire like this before. The last fire… she couldn’t remember it, couldn’t remember a burn on each and every side before. Then again she had a habit of forgetting the fire like all the other… Continue reading

  • Creative Adventures

    My beautiful bloggy friends. I’ve abandoned you, and I’m so sorry. The truth is, I had a beautiful burst of inspiration on my walk today (as often does happen when I’m out walking) and I was going to post while… Continue reading

  • Tell It To The Moon

    Tell my heart to the moon. Tell it all the love songs, and all the pretty little hours that have moved me. Tell it a smile. Tell it wisdom, tell it grace, peace, joy and fun. For if ever my… Continue reading

  • Be Still

    Be still, human darlings. Never was there a day the wind stood still. This, too, shall travel like the breath of the earth. And though this wind will bring down branches, and bend limbs into unrecognisable poses: life remains. So… Continue reading

  • You Are Someone

    A human life is the most intricate of webs. So uniquely woven, so easily broken. And may you find a day to glisten upon your weave. May you find the clarity to see your worth, and to know you are… Continue reading

  • Darling and Broken

    Darling and broken: spinning a circle of light and dark. Darling is to be all that we wish to be. Broken is to be all that we choose to deny. Darling and broken. Balance. Darling and broken. Human. Continue reading

  • Maybe Tomorrow, Moon

    Maybe tomorrow I’ll fly to the moon. Or maybe tomorrow I’ll finally realise I’ve been on the moon this whole entire time. Continue reading

  • To Dream

    Where is this life that I cannot catch, that springs and curls like the loveliest vine around the spirit of me. The sun falls on my back, and I run toward the open ocean. The sand is warm between my… Continue reading

  • The Sweetest of All Knowings

    I spend so many hours, my sweet babes, wishing I could lift for you. If only I would remember that the path of the butterfly is never a straight one. That there are dips and turns in life, and times… Continue reading