Authenticity

  • Cereal And Life

    The oddities of humanity. The neuroses that so often become us that really have nothing to do with who we are, at all, or what’s best for our health, wellbeing and growth. Take breakfast, for example. My body doesn’t know… Continue reading

  • Feel

    Some days, I can’t be here for you. Some days I need you, to hold my softness and let me fall. It is a beautiful drift of snow that feathers the earth of me. A gentle spring breeze beyond the… Continue reading

  • One Small Me

    If I am not her, that good and lovely girl in a box, who am I? Now that this body is alive with the energy of all of life, who am I? I believe this, but I believe the opposite… Continue reading

  • The Eyes Of Others

    She is the golden skin by lamplight. She is not the beauty they see in her face, her eyes, her hair. She is glorious alone. Without the eyes of others. Continue reading

  • Creative, Loving,Life

    I’m very aware of the rich soil of this place. How I am peeking through the soft earth, unravelling beautifully. How I am fully becoming myself. Over these past few weeks, I’ve been allowing myself to be as I am,… Continue reading

  • Life Beyond

    I know when I am talking to a persons soul. There is no feeling wider, deeper, more beautiful than to sit beside a friend and know them beyond their human story. The vastness of them. The invisible wonder; felt, yet… Continue reading

  • Purpose

    I’ve tried all the angles. I’ve felt all the rights and wrongs about what they say a writer should do, should be, should want…but I’m not like them. I want barely any of what they tell me I should want.… Continue reading

  • Only And Always

    The wind cannot be caught. It cannot be moulded to perfection, scraped and gutted and made to be something other than what it is. The wind is only, and always, the wind. And you are only and always you. Flow… Continue reading

  • Like I am

    Deep within my heart there is a river, raging on. And I ask this river to be careful. ‘I am fragile,’ I say, on the softest breath. ‘Sway me, always, never to rush me, never demand. Hold me carefully, river.… Continue reading

  • Beneath The Sad Moon

    What is this softness that takes my heart dancing beneath the sad moon? When aching life pours from the sky, and my heart cries to be heard for once without question. Will I listen? No. I will hear, but I… Continue reading