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  • Let It Become

    It is a softness that wanders the fields with me. Everywhere I go, it is there, sending me off on my uncertain way. Sometimes, I feel like a small bird, left to battle the raging storms of life. I do… Continue reading

  • As You Are

    There is no need to be fearful of the ‘not enough’. Of the too different to fit in, to be chosen. You are who you are, and you will rise as you will rise. Take care and wander with head… Continue reading

  • Someone, Somewhere

    Beneath the surface, gripped by the ripples of life gone by. It is a sad softness, and there are cold lashes of fear, set into the marrow of my bones. Take this tender heart, I whisper. To someone. Somewhere. Continue reading

  • Free

    I mourn the turning of time. Shall I clutch at the moment, or the passing days gone by? Or shall I be free to stroll the fields, with you? Free to know the wind as an ever changing friend. Continue reading

  • Heavy

    I am a child of the wind. My bare skin knows the beauty of this life, and yet, within these soft walls, I am bare. How heavy it is to hold this uncertain hand of mine. Sometimes. Continue reading

  • Quietly Contemplating

    I’m an explosion of heart. Tender and soft, especially of late. Quietly contemplating, missing the people I love, whispering a subtle question to the world of nothing around me. Where am I going, and who am I? So much of… Continue reading

  • A Quiet

    There is a quiet, here. My husband is away, so it’s just me and our sleeping children beneath this roof. In this room, it’s just me and my heart quietly whispering away. What is she saying? I’m not entirely sure.… Continue reading

  • Enough

    I am only me. I am only here in this small body, with this small, helpless voice calling out. I reach out to hold them in pain, while others seek to tear them down. What are we doing, in the… Continue reading

  • Unspoken

    I’ve done it again. I’ve pressed delete. Any words that might hurt another, even if they are my truth, cannot stay here. And though the post I’ve just deleted feels right from my perspective…there is the potential that it may… Continue reading

  • A Little While

    There is silence where the gaps are. Weeping holes in a persons soul, for life, or just, perhaps, for a little while. Continue reading