Emotions

  • 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

  • The Journey

    Life, for me, has been an up and down ride. A little like one of those slides at the playground, the ones that follow a wave-like movement and snake you all the way down to the ground, sometimes taking your… Continue reading

  • The Same

    Bliss and grief are powerfully confusingly the same. Continue reading

  • In-between

    I’ve just read a friend’s blog post. It’s broken me in half, completely stripped my soul bare. It was about that very raw and real human conundrum: that invisible place between here and there. That pristine place that almost exits,… Continue reading

  • Held

    Tonight I miss my childhood. I miss the way my Nan dipped onto to her knees and told me how precious I was to her. With her entire body, especially her eyes. I miss the way my Mum held me… Continue reading

  • Tortured

    Because I am human the softness inside me only grows with every flight of my breaking heart. And I smile, and pretend that you are not the scribbled words etched into the deepest parts of my soul, but you are.… Continue reading

  • This Beautiful Sadness

    I’m down in the depths of me, today. It feels like sadness, but it is far more powerful than that. This beautiful sadness. It is a sadness I long for, a sadness I crave. It flows through my veins until… Continue reading

  • The Beautiful River

    I cried a beautiful river, today. A river that moved me to the core, and probably because I really didn’t see that river coming. It was my little boy’s final day of kindergarten— next year he’ll be off to start… Continue reading

  • The Epiphany

    I had an epiphany yesterday, at a time where my skin was particularly susceptible to the energy of human beings that were not me. We were out as a family, enjoying the humming vibe of a dumpling festival (nom, nom, nom)… Continue reading

  • The Ocean of Me

    I close my eyes and the warm wind becomes my breath. This wind— it whispers into the ocean of me, into the dark of my waters, deep. It hands me the calm of the moon, and it grants me the… Continue reading