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  • Home

    On the fifth day of Christmas my heart remembered it has another name. Home. Continue reading

  • Peace

    On the fourth day of Christmas my soul took me back to the river. Same river. Different tree. The feeling was the same, though. The feeling of the river washing all the sharp bits out of me. Making me soft… Continue reading

  • When Life Was Beautiful

    It’s the third day of Christmas. And here I am sitting under the shade of a barky tree, listening to the river, counting my blessings as they float on by. What is this beautiful life? What is this warm breeze… Continue reading

  • Dear Santa

    Dear Santa, It’s the second day of Christmas and here I am writing to you! Surprise! I know. It’s been FOREVER. I’ll try not to leave it so long next time. I wonder if you’ll even get this little email… Continue reading

  • Mary’s Boy Child. And Mine.

    On the first day of Christmas, all my Mum pieces melted into puddles of sun. It was the boy child who did it. ‘Mummy!’ he shouted, the moment he saw me smiling from my place in the front row… where I simply… Continue reading

  • Twelve Days of Christmas

    Christmas has always been a special time of year, for me. It’s a time that brings people together, a time that turns our worldly differences into love hearts and butterflies (and we all know how much this girl loves love… Continue reading

  • My Honeypot

    Today I will find a honeypot and I will fill it to overflowing with all the love my heart has found within my soul.     Continue reading

  • Smile Me A Love Song

    I live for days where the smile that lives in my heart warms me like the sun and sings me like the love song I was always meant to be. Continue reading

  • My Authentic Self

    For so many of my adult years, I wanted to know myself. Growing up, I’d heard there was such thing as a person knowing themselves and, truthfully, I was envious of all those who did. When I thought of what… Continue reading

  • The Girl in The Frame on the Wall

    There she is— the girl in the frame on the wall. A picture of a girl; the softest smile full of mischief and grace. Love and kindness. Hope and fear. Joy. Sadness. Dreams. All of life rolled into a girl…… Continue reading