Life

  • Conversations With A Soul

    My soul spoke to me today. It told me a story about the heartaches I choose to hide from. Hiding is much easier than seeking, wouldn’t you say, on account of all the wrong turns made on the way to… Continue reading

  • What Is Love

    As Moon sat upon her hill, waiting for the tide to rise, she whispered to Sun, “Sun? What is love?” Moon wasn’t expecting an answer. She only wanted to ask the question, because if she asked, the possibility of receiving an… Continue reading

  • The Sad of Life

    There’s a sad drooping in the air today. A deep sad, thick among the fog of all things left unsaid. It floats in the river and I catch it in my cup, most unwillingly— oddly enthusiastically. Tomorrow, I will place… Continue reading

  • Who Am I

    In the books. In the sky. In the wind, in the trees. In the music. I look, and I listen and I ask: Who am I? And am I a big kid yet?               Continue reading

  • The White Swan

    The soft girl drifted away from the ballet and felt the air fall around her like silk. It was a wonderful twenty-four hours, one of the rare occasions that my husband and I leave our children in the capable hands… Continue reading

  • The Birds

    The birds are highly sensitive this morning, and so am I. Often we sing at the same time, me and the birds— it’s so completely wondrous to observe. We’re the same, humans and nature, it’s just that humans are quite often… Continue reading

  • Fly

    Beautiful, soft heart of mine. I will play your every beat into the world proudly, openly, completely. Let them stomp together through the mud of their island. We, dear heart, dear sweet, dear love. We shall fly to the moon. Continue reading

  • Black Cats and Dress Ups

    I’ve just been to my little boy’s kinder disco, dressed as a cat. A black one, with some white bits included (because black and white cats are just a little bit less evil than pure black cats, wouldn’t you say?)… Continue reading

  • The Puzzle

    I believe the world is a puzzle, and we are the pieces. All of us. The trees. The rivers. You. Me. These guys. (Awwwww. xxx)   But no, I mean really. That’s what I believe. We’re a puzzle. And though… Continue reading

  • The Magic of Rain

    Because rain was always meant to be magic. Now do you remember? Continue reading