Authenticity

  • Fears

    It’s becoming clearer as life goes on that…I am afraid. Of a lot of things, really, but mainly of losing control. Of myself. Of my life. The fear rolls around in my heart and tenses my muscles until I remember… Continue reading

  • Being

    My being in life feels slower. Gentler, and yet I’m sure this too shall pass, as all of life does. I just read an old blog post, from 2019. The words were mine, written with my hands, dictated by my… Continue reading

  • I am I

    The swell of a new wave approaches and how beautiful it feels, rising in my chest. I see you, world, and I tell you: I need not change, though I do baffle you so. I need not shift to suit… Continue reading

  • Unknowing

    Do not try to wrap me with your perfect edges. Boxes are not for me, the wind, the stars that burst through time, through space, through you. I am all. Do not limit me with your unknowing. Continue reading

  • As You Are

    There is no need to be fearful of the ‘not enough’. Of the too different to fit in, to be chosen. You are who you are, and you will rise as you will rise. Take care and wander with head… Continue reading

  • Remembrance

    There she was. She had always been there beneath the rubble of crumbling life. How sweetly the sun did shine upon her remembrance. Continue reading

  • As I Am

    And I will quietly be as I am. Yes, I will quietly be. Continue reading

  • Chamomile

    The word sipping is very pretty, isn’t it? Delicate, like the action it shows. I can see a small pair of hands, a little tea cup beside a little light. And I know it is home. I know it is… Continue reading

  • Stop. Imagine.

    Stop. Imagine. There is a human here and a human there. Both are different, vastly so. Human number one feels okay being bombarded with a box full of emails. He tackles them, one by one, and then he continues on… Continue reading

  • Sadness in The Corner

    There is sadness in the corner. A beautiful sadness that calls to me, many a day, and I can’t help but follow. I can’t help but wonder why. When life is ever so dear, and joy is found sweetly in… Continue reading