Friendship

  • The Absolute Truth

    I know the words I’ve spoken are true; they have been wider and further than the ordinary kind. Those words of the heart that stretch across souls, here they are: truth sending forth her deepest moan. The absolute truth is… Continue reading

  • Kindness

    Kindness is everywhere if we look hard enough. And you’ll know how it feels, because you’ll know how it looks. And if you know how it looks… you’ll know your most important identity. You’ll know how to be beautiful you.… 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

  • The End Of The Day

    I gave my soul to the garden. I gave her my heart, I gave her my dreams. And now, I am weary. So weary, I am nothing more than this. But how beautiful it feels to have come. To have… 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

  • I Am Here

    I tell you this, dear present sun. Let you shine upon my days so I might see the light upon every web. Might every moment glimmer with rainbow shine at the very hint of forgetfulness. For I am here to… Continue reading

  • Remembered

    The words were simple. A question. A question of heart and soul. ‘If you could be remembered for one thing, what would that be?’ What would that be? And I knew I wouldn’t be remembered for the jobs I’d done… Continue reading

  • Sadness

    How small we are in the largeness of it all. Our tiny cries barely heard over roaring humanity. But we each have a sadness, each of us, true. Of your sadness, I say: I hear it. I see it, as… Continue reading

  • For Peace

    No. Nothing is more important than peace. Not to me. Me who has faced the wicked fire of others. Me who has held my own heart and felt it break in my hands. I have broken, but I am not… Continue reading

  • Carols

    It’s tradition. And though the tradition has changed, it’s still just as beautiful to me. I am no longer a child. I am no longer innocent and stainless. But there is a beating heart within me that remembers. Merry Christmas,… Continue reading