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  • The Exhaustion of Perfect

    There is a sense of pride. To see my flaws, and to work carefully and diligently to eliminate them. And then I gaze into the sky. The perfect sway of gum leaves overhead, and I know she isn’t trying. The… Continue reading

  • Sun and Moon, Again

    ‘Sun?’ said Moon, in the barest of whispers. ‘Yes, Moon?’ said Sun, looking up from his Sunday morning game of naughts and crosses. ‘My tummy feels funny. It feels, well…it feels really quite sad, actually, Sun,’ said Moon, as a… Continue reading

  • Just Being Home

    I write because it feels like home. I suppose that’s why I do all the creative things that I do; drawing, singing, painting. It all softens me and brings me comfort, and in this buzzing world, softness and comfort are… Continue reading

  • Equal and Opposite

    I could never be famous. I could never be okay with receiving messages, some very heart felt and beautiful, no doubt, that I couldn’t respond to. It would hurt my soul, I suspect. And so, although I suspect that my… Continue reading

  • The Enlightenment of Sun and Moon

    Moon wandered along the river bank, picking up stars and tossing them into the current as it whooshed by. She had sat a long time by the river. Thinking about thinking, which she knew was a very silly thing to… Continue reading

  • Free

    It feels as though a part of me has been set free. Over the past few years, I have been working with the aim of writing and illustrating a picture book. I’d still love that very much. But something has… Continue reading

  • Creating an art business that sells comfort.

    I’m taking the leap, and I’m so very excited. There is a beautiful feeling of comfort within as I embark on this new phase of my artistic life. For the past few years I’ve been aiming my art and writing… Continue reading

  • Honesty

    Life shifts when you start being honest with yourself. It feels like an exhale. A surrender. A subtle sense of letting life be. I am learning that healing doesn’t happen when you force it. For me, the actual magic has… Continue reading

  • Bearing the Fruits of Life

    I’ve been fast asleep to the truth of this phrase. Even though I’ve known the phrase since childhood, I’ve never connected the ways my own life has ‘grown fruit.’ It’s a phrase that has always remained slightly abstract, to me.… Continue reading

  • Sad People

    Sunshine looks pretty on spiderwebs, and sorrow looks pretty on sad people. Sad people spend their whole life painting sunlight on their webs to fool the others into keeping them. But painting a ray of sun in the sky is… Continue reading