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  • A Beautiful Mess

    This messy home, an incorrectness: something broken needing to be fixed. The wars we rage inside ourselves just to keep control, to maintain clean, to maintain ‘right.’ It is a mistake of the eyes and the heart not to see… Continue reading

  • Home Alone

    I’m home alone, tonight. And when I say I’m home alone, I mean my children are here, my husband is not. And when I say my husband is not, I mean I’ve been keeping a secret, and that secret is… Continue reading

  • Sleep

    Each moment is new and beautiful in my eyes. This heart has been touched by the wind of change enough to know that everything begins but nothing ends. Not really. Not really. And so I sleep in the arms of… Continue reading

  • Today

    I have found myself, today. Once again I am everything I am. I am the passionate stroke of theatre, and the softest touch of poetry. My colours are pastel: peach and mauve, whimsical tendrils and earthy wooden grain. I am… Continue reading

  • A Story

    It smells like a roast but it feels like a story of love, of a garden, and of home. Continue reading

  • Sail With Me

    And surely as the river of the sky soothes me, every star of this night will sail with me home. Continue reading

  • Home

    Home is in this house. The quiet of my love for them. The dreams of my essence, racing into a fresh new world. Home, you are my refuge. Family, you are my home. Continue reading

  • It Is A Gift

    It is a gift. An open heart spun into ebony lace: words. So much more than what they seem. The chance to see, and believe that anything is possible, always. No matter how wild the wind on a quiet sea. Close… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 24. Home

    This darling place to call my home, these darling friends to call my own. It’s a soft feeling that fills me, a feeling that’s not left me since my first word fell upon the breeze of us. Darling comes close… Continue reading

  • Ben

    It was gardening day. Ben stared me down with those eyes and told me he doesn’t like flowers. ‘That’s okay, Ben,’ I smiled. ‘You don’t have to like flowers. So. What do you like, then, hey?’ No response. You see,… Continue reading