Friendship

  • Moon and The Magic

    Moon sat upon the edge of a cloud, dangling her feet in a manner of careless delight. ‘Sun?’ she said, as she casually tossed a star into the yellow of his shine. ‘Yes, Moon?’ Sun replied, careful to gaze at… Continue reading

  • Always Meant To Be

    And we will play by the night shine of the sea until we tumble into the knot of us that was always meant to be. Continue reading

  • For The Love Of Self

    I love how deep this heart of mine goes. I love that if I love you, you know just how much and why. I love that my feelings shine into the midnight sky. Some might call this: overly sentimental. I… Continue reading

  • Heart

    Living with a heart like mine is one of the greatest gifts imaginable. Living with a heart like mine is one of the greatest curses imaginable. Being a highly empathic, highly sensitive person can be such a mixed bag. On… Continue reading

  • Goodnight

    It has been a day and a half. I am so in love with my beautiful children. So in love with my family and the friends that fill my soul with everything it needs. I’m in love with the gentle… Continue reading

  • The Day Ahead

    I might walk tomorrow. And sit. With trees and music and life flowing through every piece of wild in my soul. My energy hasn’t been flowing as nicely of late, and where the old me wouldn’t have noticed any change… Continue reading

  • Peace In The Sky

    Sun looked at Moon and smiled. ‘Look, Moon, here is your story,’ Sun said, as he held up a shine much like his own bright golden rays. Moon frowned, and drifted into the space where Sun held the golden droplet.… Continue reading

  • The Cottage House

    I suspect this weekend will be beautiful. I’m not sure how much you’ll see me here, if at all, my lovely bloggy friends. I’ll be all snuggled up under a blankie with a steaming cup of tea and a book,… Continue reading

  • Go!

    The universe says: Go! Continue reading

  • Changes

    I took another sneaky day away from here, yesterday. I was busy ‘processing’ some soul questions and spilling the watery leftovers out my eyes. It’s an ugly blubbering kind of thing that happens when I cry, although I like my Step… Continue reading