Connection

  • The Power of Human Connection in Yoga

    I’ve been doing yoga for a few years, but this year I’ve been going to regular classes. My relationship with yoga is changing. I’ve started doing pilates, and that seems to have built the muscles I’ve needed to really enjoy… Continue reading

  • She Drifts, Again

    It really did seem like the perfect plan. And so I did it. I set up an official page on instagram to act as the much longed for social media home of ‘The Little Blog of Everything’ and all things… Continue reading

  • War And The Horrible Beautiful

    The horrible beautiful: it is the ache our soul knows and understands as our connected truth. What could be beautiful about war, you might ask? I ask the same question myself, every single day. It is beyond painful what is… Continue reading

  • Hermit

    I always thought I’d become a hermit. I saw myself in the bush somewhere, surrounded by breaking sticks and bark for miles and I was home there. No one to argue with. No one to feel too much of. I’m… Continue reading

  • Octopus Mum

    I just fell in love with an octopus. It was an octopus mum, to be specific, a mum just like me. And my mum, and yours, and his mum and hers. I wouldn’t say it was the octopus herself I… 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

  • The Web

    It is beautiful, I think, to be a very small thread on the web of it all. Continue reading

  • This Sack Of Potatoes

    It’s a beautiful memory. Six-year-old me. Bundled in a blanket. Mum hoisting me into the air, swinging round and about and back again. ‘This sack of potatoes is SO HEAVY!’, she jollied, as she wobbled me up the porch steps… Continue reading

  • Beneath It All

    Beneath it all, there is a human. Surely to be human is to share our world with others, and to find ourselves in their worlds, too. We get so lost beneath things that are not real. The stories we create… Continue reading

  • In The Arms Of A Dream

    If I sit with you. On the patio, by the sunflowers. If I find you with my soft and steady gaze. If I give you my heart, if I whisper your name will you hold me? In the arms of… Continue reading