Children
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Grateful.Tired.
Life is busy and overwhelming at the moment. I’m better for the tools I’ve found to bring me back to softness (walking, gratefulness, meditation) but it’s a mammoth slog I’ve been through. And a mammoth slog that lay ahead. My… Continue reading
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Parents
To the parents. Sometimes it is hard. It is. It just is. Always remember the storms do pass. Always remember the softness and the sweetness, the rose beyond the grey. And we will grow them perfectly horribly beautifully. And all… Continue reading
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The Lolly Shop on Hope Street
The little boy followed the balloon through the Summer streets. He knew nothing of the balloon except that it was red and tied with a glistening blue string: and that he must follow it, wherever the wind might float it.… Continue reading
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Quite Frankly
What is love, you might wish to know. Love, quite frankly, is you. Continue reading
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Explore
I’m sitting at a table with one kid beside me, and another kid beside the kid beside me. My kids. Precious and two (although given they are six and three years old— it sometimes feels as though there are ten… Continue reading
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Home
Home is in this house. The quiet of my love for them. The dreams of my essence, racing into a fresh new world. Home, you are my refuge. Family, you are my home. Continue reading
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Little Sun
Never forget, little Sun. You are so loved. Continue reading
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Just Because I Could
In another world I would be a pizza eating fairy. Just because I could. And would. Continue reading
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Tonight
Tonight I tear again. The ache of a mother remembering her ducklings, sweet. It’s a long, long road to the deep end of a soul. And some days ripple and crash more than other days do. The rain falls inside.… Continue reading
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Darling Day 18. The Little Boy
Darling is the little boy that cannot sleep. ‘I think I need a bandaid, Mum. Mum? I think I need a bandaid.’ They start their tricks young, these beautiful tiny humans, don’t they. Continue reading