Friendship

  • Culture

    Sometimes I wish I had been born of another culture, a culture of eyes wide open, a culture of hearts wide open. They say to resist ‘what is’ is to cause your own suffering. Am I suffering? No. But I… Continue reading

  • Together

    I have known a life and more. I have tasted shame, I have found my way on the dark and dreary road. I am you, and you are me. Together, we are human. Together we are home. Continue reading

  • Darling World

    Sleep tight, darling world. How lovely and alive you will be tomorrow. Continue reading

  • Forgiven

    And when she aches she will know a world beyond herself. Where thunder becomes her; a raging fire, waiting to be. How is this small softness so wide with grief beyond the day! How is this smile, so often true,… Continue reading

  • Goodbye Christopher Robin

    I cried and I smiled as the credits rolled, and I knew, in that moment, that I’d found another piece of home. The movie was ‘Goodbye Christopher Robin.’ And it was…really very beautiful, actually. How very different the world looks… Continue reading

  • A Simple Wish

    I open my soul again and again. Has my heart been heard this time? So quietly it speaks for fear of breaking. Hear me, please. I may not carry the right words, always. But my heart is pure, my wish… Continue reading

  • Dark Cupboard

    I’m in a cupboard, peeking into the light. If you looked, you’d see my eye, and I’d see you. All of you. Even your well worn Volleys. Especially those. White. (Not so white at all.) I’d smile, but you’d not… Continue reading

  • Glimmer

    Beautiful are the moments where I remember you are you, and I am me. Perfectly. Beautiful are the mornings the sun shines on cobwebby thoughts and there I see the glimmer of truth. How beautiful you are. How beautiful I… Continue reading

  • I Will HoldYou

    I will hold your ache in loving arms. I will be the faith you have lost in the world. I will shine a light on your breaking heart, that you may hand stitch the truth into the fabric of your… Continue reading

  • Someone Is Fighting

    Wherever I look, someone is fighting. It hurts the softness of me, this world. It takes and takes the peace and I am so afraid to be torn apart by another day of humanity. The carnival of dark and dense… Continue reading