Life

  • The Journey to Shine

    ‘Sun?’ ‘Yes, Moon?’ Sun replied, glancing over his shoulder at the beautiful, shining friend who sat so solemnly beside him. He continued to dangle his fishing line over earth. Soon, he knew, the daytime of the south would chomp. ‘I… Continue reading

  • Begging To Be Set Free

    To think. Of all the passion I caged to feed an illusion: that others judgements mattered more than the heart magic that was begging to be set free. Continue reading

  • Now, I am Free

    And you and all of the moments I’ve felt you beneath my skin are a gift for yesterday’s breeze. Now, I am free. To welcome myself. To choose my moments as my heart has written them. And such, I know,… Continue reading

  • Sweet Muse

    Come to me, sweet muse. Float into my heart and wake me from sleep. Light the fire within and shine me on my way for a thousand lifetimes. I see you, sweet muse, for what you are to me. A million… Continue reading

  • Reality. And How There is No Such Thing.

    ≈ I send a text message to a friend: a message that warms my heart because I’ve said something that fills me with all the lovely things. In my mind, I see my friend receive the text message. She smiles.… Continue reading

  • What It’s Like To Feel The Wind

    I had a big cry yesterday and it was all the lovely things. It felt like the rain releasing the pain of the sky— except it wasn’t the sky’s pain that was calling. It was mine. What a gift they… Continue reading

  • Send Me The Sun

    Oh, aching heart. Open to the wind and the rain and the blossoms that fall. Bring me my one true love. The girl who knows me. The girl who’ll always catch my heart, and hold it as if it were… Continue reading

  • Everything While I’m Alive

    There are days when I fall to my knees. When the wind leaves me hollow, and my tears water the dust. And I say to the ache of life— I feel you. Still, I ask you to stay. Because without… Continue reading

  • The Destination

    The destination is always the same, but there’ll be paths along the way. Hundreds of them. Thousands. Millions even, depending on how many times you say no. So. Which answer will you choose? Yes? No? Or maybe next life time,… Continue reading

  • The Sunflower

    She was the Sunflower spending her days among lions, wondering why she couldn’t roar like them. Now she understands. Sunflowers don’t roar. They raise their heads to the breeze. And they shine. Continue reading