Healing

  • To Be

    I’ve come to realise that creativity is just the art and flow of being yourself. There’s really not a lot more to it than that. At its core, creativity seems to be made of the absolute depth of who we… 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

  • The Way It Was

    How beautiful. I’ve just had the most soul shining few hours. First: meditation. The deepest pains of the past rising to the surface, drawing all of my softness to me. An exploration of times where my life showed me the… Continue reading

  • Which Aspect Of ‘Now’ Are We Talking About?

    I’ve become an expert in solving problems that may or may not occur. It’s both a wonderful and a terrible thing, depending on the perspective you take. Problems do not exist, for instance, until the moment they occur and are… Continue reading

  • Life, Ever Fragile

    The fragility of life can be truly shocking. There’s a beautiful line from a Sarah Barellies song called, ‘She used to be mine’. It goes like this: Sometimes life just slips in through the back door, and carves out a… Continue reading

  • Searching

    How deep is the sea that clutches and drags me to the muddy floor, within? How many days will I tumble into the swell of inner life unspoken, unwanted, unkind? Shall I stand here, now, battered and smiling, beside this… Continue reading

  • Life Is For Living

    Life is for living. It’s a lovely sentiment, isn’t it? Lovely. And vague. Because what, exactly, is living? I turned thirty-eight this year, and I’m still fine tuning what living means to me. I imagine I always will be. Ever… 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

  • She Would

    If she could hold the world with all her heart. If she could soften the growls of the wildest of them, she would. Oh, she would. Oh, she would. Continue reading

  • Only And Always

    The wind cannot be caught. It cannot be moulded to perfection, scraped and gutted and made to be something other than what it is. The wind is only, and always, the wind. And you are only and always you. Flow… Continue reading