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  • Butterfly Catcher

    I was born to be a catcher of butterflies. Pass me my net and I will show you the joy and the wonder that lay sleeping in your bones. Continue reading

  • The Truest Love

    Loving others broke her. Loving herself fixed her. And then there was magic. Pure, delicious magic. Photo 1 Credit: Tess Emily Seymour on Pexels. Photo 2 Credit: Melissa on Pexels. Photo 3 credit:Negative space on Pexels Continue reading

  • The Power of a Moment

    I’ll never underestimate the power of a moment. In my world, a moment is never just a moment. A moment is a marvel. A step before a jump. A promise of something new and wonderful to keep— If I choose… Continue reading

  • The Kiss

    Give me the broken glass of your soul and I will lead you to the moonlight and show you the kiss that already sits upon your forehead, soft and waiting to soothe you. Continue reading

  • The Sun Chair

    It’s Saturday morning and I’m lazing in the sun chair. I always make my way back to this place, this little corner of my world that feeds me so beautifully to the sun. It’s a place for just ‘being’, this… Continue reading

  • Broken People

    It’s the ‘broken’ people we should be listening to. Because it’s the ‘broken’ people who have already faced the pain we are yet to face. Continue reading

  • Home Is Where The Heart Is

    My heart lives inside of me. Dearest, home. I’m sorry it took me so long to find you.     Continue reading

  • In the Stars

    Meet me in the stars my precious little ones. And we will dance and play and love without the endings human life must eventually bring. Continue reading

  • Rain

    Maybe this whole time instead of running away from the rain we should have been running into it asking it questions, like: ‘If you can feed the green under my feet— what is it, rain, that you can do for me?’ Continue reading

  • Some Kind of Magic

    It’s some kind of magic that you and you and you will read these words and think and feel and be something different than you were before you read them. Continue reading