Human

  • Wuthering Heights

    We saw it last night, and whatever they say about its lack of connection to the book…it was provocative. People don’t think of ourselves as animals. We like to see our thinky parts. Our kind parts, our in control parts.… Continue reading

  • Flowers

    They feel like my Nan, these flowers. Mauve in colour, roses in almost full bloom. I think she must be here in essence, when I feel such moments. The way people sense the world is vastly different isn’t it? Most… Continue reading

  • I am I

    The swell of a new wave approaches and how beautiful it feels, rising in my chest. I see you, world, and I tell you: I need not change, though I do baffle you so. I need not shift to suit… Continue reading

  • Soft Arms

    I hold this fear in soft arms and let her be. She is a dear traveller. She knows this village well. Peace, dear friend. We shall sit and we shall be, without wishing to change one another. Continue reading

  • Heart Broken

    My skin is peeled, once more, and I am flesh on open bone. Why is it that darkness must be, in order for light to be known? Why is loss needed to highlight the beauty of having had? Why is… Continue reading

  • Shamed

    Mistakes are our greatest gifts, and yet, we are buried in shame. Do not make a mistake. Do not ever be bad. We are shamed. We are shamed. We are human. Not one of us is perfect, not one. I… Continue reading

  • Eternally

    This silence is the cloud I fall upon when I don’t know where to fly. How beautiful just to float. Here. Now. Eternally. Continue reading

  • Disabled

    Imagine. If the highly sensitive folk labelled those who are not like us: disorder, disabled, broken. Imagine. Just imagine that. And we’re the broken ones they say. The ones who paint a canvas as naturally as the sun paints the… Continue reading

  • Winter Is Coming

    We’re heading into winter in Australia, and I’m feeling the resistance rising already. I’ve come to dread winter for the internal obstacles it brings. Sunny days charge my batteries and fill my joy pots to a state of ‘just so’,… Continue reading

  • In-between

    I’ve just read a friend’s blog post. It’s broken me in half, completely stripped my soul bare. It was about that very raw and real human conundrum: that invisible place between here and there. That pristine place that almost exits,… Continue reading