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  • The Walk

    The walk was all the lovely things. I bet you didn’t think you’d be coming with me. Well. Here we are. Each of us in the bush. Side by side, a million miles between us. Happy weekend, friends. All the… Continue reading

  • The Day Ahead

    I might walk tomorrow. And sit. With trees and music and life flowing through every piece of wild in my soul. My energy hasn’t been flowing as nicely of late, and where the old me wouldn’t have noticed any change… Continue reading

  • When Life Hits The Fan: Eat Chocolate

    I may or may not be sitting here on my couch, eating chocolate. And when I say I may or may not be…what I actually mean to say is: I am. I will warn you right now: this is one… Continue reading

  • Emerging From The Black Hole

    It appears that I’m back from the black hole of everybody get the hell away from me, I’m having an actual meltdown. Thank goodness for that, too, because it kind of sucked being in mega cranky land for all those… Continue reading

  • Return Of The Soft Girl

    The Soft Girl returned for a few moments, yesterday. My soul. My essence. My flow. She found me in the car as I drove home from a busy day of moving from one house to another. She wasn’t with me… Continue reading

  • Peace In The Sky

    Sun looked at Moon and smiled. ‘Look, Moon, here is your story,’ Sun said, as he held up a shine much like his own bright golden rays. Moon frowned, and drifted into the space where Sun held the golden droplet.… Continue reading

  • Healing Through Dreams

    The universe is such a clever muffin. I really shouldn’t downplay its genius by using words that soften my stance such as ‘clever’ and ‘muffin’, should I? I should be using solid words. Power words. Words like: ‘The universe is… Continue reading

  • A Little Time Away

    My dear bloggy friends, I’ve been thinking on a more practical level (which, let me tell you, is highly unusual in the world of this cloud bouncing dreamer) and my thoughts have led me to a little bloggy holiday. I’m… Continue reading

  • True Love

    True love is not a think. True love is a feel.       Continue reading

  • Words

    Words roll in and out of me like breath. I can’t imagine not reading and writing, just as I can’t imagine what it might be like never to breathe again. Sometimes the words I write make no sense to me,… Continue reading