Friendship

  • Devastated

    I’m devastated, I really can’t paint it any other way. Melbourne, my home town, has gone into stage four COVID restrictions (the highest level: full lockdown, but for essential food/medical needs), which is very much necessary given the rising case… Continue reading

  • A Soft Smile From A Friend

    In the morning I will ask for peace and a soft smile from a friend. Continue reading

  • Connection

    But if I was always happy how would I know the absolute beauty of real human connection. And how would I discover the strength I have inside. Continue reading

  • Garden Of Memories

    This bliss springs from gratefulness. The sweet garden of memories we planted within my heart. Continue reading

  • I Will Not Fight

    I will not fight. I will spend the rest of my life creating beautiful things. And I will search for the beautiful things of others until I shine. Lit up by beautiful things. I will not fight. Continue reading

  • Don’t Ask Me

    Please don’t ask me, because I know you think I know the answer. We’re all looking for the answer thinking someone else has it. Some speak as though they know the answer. That’s because they do. They know their answer… Continue reading

  • Unconditionally

    Bloggy friends? If ever there comes a time where you think you have no one, please remember that is entirely untrue. If you feel alone, If you need more love more connection more safety than you have? I’m here. You… Continue reading

  • Pitchfork

    Yes, you could judge them. But if I were you, I would breathe first. Would you like to be judged for being just the way that you are because you are that way? To judge another is to place shame… Continue reading

  • Soft, Quiet, Beautiful

    Can we become the peace that glistens on the ledge of our differences? Or will it be war swept under the carpet for yet another age of humanity? I see your needs. Do you see mine? Can we surrender to… Continue reading

  • Stained Glass

    The beautiful stained glass of this life. Light and colour, forgiveness of the shadow in every stroke. Hate is pain solidified. Love is the river and the wind to set it free. Continue reading