Highly sensitive people

  • Snowflake

    I must be a snowflake. Pristine and fragile as the storm rages. In the shadow of the ice hills, I tumble searching for home. Never landing. Always floating, tumbling, hurting. Home. Where are you? Where are you steady and gentle… Continue reading

  • Sky Tears

    Today there is a deep sadness in the rain. I feel it in my belly, and I ask it to be kind to those who feel the pain of the sky when it cries. Continue reading

  • Little

    When I was little, I was the curly haired girl. It was a point of fascination, my hair, a reason to love me more than the reasons that already existed inside my little girl heart. I wonder, now, how many… Continue reading

  • The Memory (trigger warning: some mildly graphic content)

    The memory was of a young girl me, walking home from school with my Mum. We’d taken a detour to the supermarket. The familiar supermarket— that was very much like my second home—felt odd. There was a heaviness in the… Continue reading

  • The Sunflower

    She was the Sunflower spending her days among lions, wondering why she couldn’t roar like them. Now she understands. Sunflowers don’t roar. They raise their heads to the breeze. And they shine. 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

  • When Life Hits The Fan: Eat Chocolate

    I may or may not be sitting here on my couch, eating chocolate. And when I say I may or may not be…what I actually mean to say is: I am. I will warn you right now: this is one… Continue reading

  • Embracing The Woo Woo

    Today, the energy of the earth feels like a dense, dark chocolate cake. They say it’s because Mercury is in retrograde and the moon is doing all sorts of eclipsing and the like, so things are probably going to feel… 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

  • The Birds

    The birds are highly sensitive this morning, and so am I. Often we sing at the same time, me and the birds— it’s so completely wondrous to observe. We’re the same, humans and nature, it’s just that humans are quite often… Continue reading