Beauty

  • I Am Here

    Do not look at my face and tell me I am beautiful. Do not look at my skin and see your hands upon my life. Look at me. Look at me. I am here. I have always always been here. Continue reading

  • Truth

    I am drinking night-time tea, writing, as if to write to a lover of feelings yet to be spoken. I’ve been in the garden today. I sometimes wish my Nan was still alive so I could ask her: ‘Is this… Continue reading

  • Wildflowers

    I must remind myself: the wildflowers will wait. Continue reading

  • Ugly, Horrible, Beautiful

    Through pain, love and connection can be found. Through misstep, the sweet path forward can be carved and tread. I remind myself, often, that mistakes are beautiful. Contrast to what is ‘right’ brings truth to those who allow themselves to… Continue reading

  • To Live

    The wind will call and you will know. And it won’t tell you why, and it won’t tell you what but you will follow blindly, hopefully, until the sun peaks ’round the bend and the horizon dazzles in ways far… Continue reading

  • Insomnia

    I lay in bed last night, at 4am, thinking of the tortured artist, thing. We feel so deeply, us creative folk, and therefore, we capture the world in its fullest expression. Which is beautiful. Really, ice-shatteringly beautiful. But we are… Continue reading

  • Now They Are One

    Shadow dancer on the wall. Darling of light and form. A body. A wall. Each but a fragment of life until they find each other. Now they are one, yes. Now they are one. Continue reading

  • A Strange Sort of Beautiful

    It’s a strange sort of beautiful, this life. I’ve followed the breadcrumbs, even the ones I knew would blow up my world. (They blew it up: into a million pieces of possibility. Beautiful possibility, for everyone around me.) I have been… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 3. Beautiful.

    Darling is a beautiful word. It sounds like a hummingbird bird, hovering sweetly in her field. It feels like a little bell that rings away the muck of a muddy day. There are words that I know. And there are… Continue reading

  • Beauty

    Beauty is the home that fills my soul like a glorious day. Come to me, sweet beauty. Bring me your Sun. Let me feel your tender fingers sweep through my waiting soul. Continue reading