Children

  • Dancing Girl

    She danced like no one was watching. She went to that place where all artists go when they create. She is my daughter and she is five, but actually she is ageless, and it was this beautiful, ageless essence that… Continue reading

  • Tomorrow

    I’m the sole parent of three tiny humans, this weekend. It’s as exhausting as it sounds, but I have tea and I have chocolate. And I’m watching Westside Story. Sigh. The baby will wake soon. Tomorrow. xx Continue reading

  • Rest

    Oh, dear rest. How beautiful to touch your softness, so. When I, the weary boned, have assaulted this body with your skeleton friend, exhaustion. How sweet it is, this sigh of the deep. How darling to fall to the earth… Continue reading

  • Authentically Not Myself

    I am authentically myself when I am not at all myself, and it is magical, beautiful, wonderful. What do I mean by this? Well, I’m not sure. It’s a little too obscure to understand or explain, but I’m certain you’ve… Continue reading

  • Fairy Lights

    I sang about fairy lights as we drove. I remember. My tiny head bobbling about in the back seat while Mum drove us through the darkness to her weekly game of basketball. ‘I love your beautiful songs, Brooke.’ It was… Continue reading

  • And Then The World Changed

    It’s funny, isn’t it. How we zone in on the things that happen in life that signal an ending of something and the beginning of something else. They roll on in, these momentous happenings, and soon they pass: although we… Continue reading

  • Thank You

    I was in tears this morning, bouncing on my fit ball in front of the TV at my new favourite time of day (4AM). I was watching the world news. Small children were being handed over a fence to soldiers… Continue reading

  • Waiting For Baby

    It’s a beautiful time, for me. I’m seven weeks away from meeting my sweet little baby number three, and nesting has well and truly begun. Life has been busy and forceful, if I look at it carefully and agree with… Continue reading

  • Deeply

    I think about her, sometimes, when my heart turns to sun. Nan. Her heart used to shine like that, too, which is why I can’t help but think of her when I feel intense love radiating from my own chest.… Continue reading

  • A Moment

    There it was, quietly mine. A moment of the greatest love: a Mother’s love. My love. For them. And I know they tire me senseless, and I know I wish them away (too often for my heart to understand) but… Continue reading