Happiness

  • Sparking Joy

    I folded the tee shirt and watched my hands. They were beautiful as they moved, delicate in the way they twisted and rolled within the fabric. I’d never noticed them do that before. And just like that I’d found a… 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

  • Twinkling Silence

    Hush. Here in the silence that lingers between each star. Close your eyes, let the sweet velvet black hold you. And you will know (you will know) that this is all you need. The twinkling silence that is you. This… Continue reading

  • Cookie

    Wondering about that second cookie. It exists, should I eat it? If I eat it, it will still be all it was before I gobbled it down. New shape. Different texture. Same ingredients, same everything else. Should I eat the… Continue reading

  • Love

    How beautiful, to know there is love. There is love. There is love. Continue reading

  • The Wish

    It would be okay, I believe, If you were to make a wish and put it in your pocket. It would be okay, especially so, if the wish was sweet. For a wish made carefully is often much sweeter if… Continue reading

  • Good Morning

    Good morning, sun. And good morning to the girl who sits quietly and smiles, amused by it all. Continue reading

  • Sunshine

    I’d like to find the sunshine beneath my pillow, when I wake. And I will cup it in my hands, and I will hold it close and whisper: ‘Shine, sweet little light. Shine ever brightly, might the pathway ahead light… Continue reading

  • The Christmas Spirit

    The Christmas spirit never dies. The Christmas spirit is forever and always, so why put it away? Do we not become our best selves whilst wrapped in the spirit of Christmas? Me thinks we do. And so it is I… Continue reading

  • The Clouds

    Somewhere in the clouds is where you will find me. Am I broken, or am I just me? Floating, somewhere beyond the day. Floating, not quite flying away. As humanity goes, I am far from normal, and yet I’d not… Continue reading