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  • Storytime

    ‘Look, Sun! The humans are telling stories again,’ said Moon as she picked through the glimmering blue ripples at her feet, sorting each loose shard into piles of keep or discard. ‘Oh goody! You know how I love storytime,’ said… Continue reading

  • The Little Peg Bucket Of Possibilities

    In the early hours of this morning, the universe woke me from a dream. The details of the dream elude me now, but the message was a whack over the head that I’m unlikely to forget for a very long… Continue reading

  • My Tribe

    To my dear bloggy friends, I’m sorry it’s been so long since I checked in here with my actual voice. Truthfully, I’ve felt quite stuck in place, and really unable to move many places outside of the muddy waters of… Continue reading

  • In The Black Of Night

    I’m sitting by the fire in the black of the night. The sun shines on the other side of the world and yet here my mind is, alive without it, wondering when sleep will call for me again. My nose… Continue reading

  • Twinkle, Twinkle

    Twinkle, twinkle little light shine on me your beauty bright. Hold me gently, love me dear show me I have naught to fear. Twinkle, twinkle little light sing me through the darkest night.   .     Continue reading

  • Darling May

    Darling May. How I have adored you. How you will linger always like the scent of cherry-chocolate and minty tea on me. Delicious May. How you have moved me. Opened my bright, and soothed my aching day. Oh, May. Ever… Continue reading

  • Sad Hands

    My hands are not happy with me. If there were little faces in the middle of my palms, both faces would feature a raised eyebrow and an angry forehead, absolutely. They’ve had a big day, the poor muffins. But because… Continue reading

  • A Love Story

    Here’s a story. A love story. There once was a girl who never stopped believing in the magical powers of a chocolate biscuit. The End.   Continue reading

  • The Cupboard of Unfinished Things

    It happens every year. The wool balls enter the stores in preparation for winter, and my brain enters a frenzy of the most bizarre kind. You see, I’m not really a knitter. And yet, every year, as soon as the first wool… Continue reading

  • The Sun Chair

    It’s Saturday morning and I’m lazing in the sun chair. I always make my way back to this place, this little corner of my world that feeds me so beautifully to the sun. It’s a place for just ‘being’, this… Continue reading