Life

  • Moon and The Magic

    Moon sat upon the edge of a cloud, dangling her feet in a manner of careless delight. ‘Sun?’ she said, as she casually tossed a star into the yellow of his shine. ‘Yes, Moon?’ Sun replied, careful to gaze at… Continue reading

  • Aching Memories

    Catch your aching memories and hang them in a tree. There they shall be beautiful, for all the world to see. Continue reading

  • Fragile Beautiful

    The same pattern repeated itself over and over, in various ways. And with each new scenario of social anxiety, a sense of unconscious shame was born and continued to grow. I should have been able to call my friends without worrying… Continue reading

  • Perfect

    It only took her an entire winter. But she finished it, eventually, without even glancing at the cupboard of unfinished things. There were wobbly patches and imperfections, but to the young boy, it was perfect. And, so, to her… it… Continue reading

  • Soul Skating

    I attacked the garden today. Actually, as usually happens, the garden attacked me—but my goodness I enjoyed the time out there with all that green and lovely stuff. Until about thirteen seconds ago, this post was going to be about… Continue reading

  • Then Is Gone. This Is Now.

    Her words lumped in my gut like a blob of warm resentment. I was late. By six-minutes. I would be charged a full half an hour extra— her colleague had been unable to go to lunch until my arrival. The… Continue reading

  • Be A Flower

    Have you noticed how flowers open in groups? How certain flowers within the group open first, followed closely by a new lot that, for whatever reason, begin to grow and change at a different time. But always they open as… Continue reading

  • For The Love Of Self

    I love how deep this heart of mine goes. I love that if I love you, you know just how much and why. I love that my feelings shine into the midnight sky. Some might call this: overly sentimental. I… Continue reading

  • Heart

    Living with a heart like mine is one of the greatest gifts imaginable. Living with a heart like mine is one of the greatest curses imaginable. Being a highly empathic, highly sensitive person can be such a mixed bag. On… Continue reading

  • Let Them Come

    To the weary traveler of life: No wonder you are tired. You have been running for so long away from the dreams that chase you. Let them come. Let them fall into you and let the river have them do… Continue reading