Human connection

  • Hermit

    I always thought I’d become a hermit. I saw myself in the bush somewhere, surrounded by breaking sticks and bark for miles and I was home there. No one to argue with. No one to feel too much of. I’m… Continue reading

  • The Perfection of Life

    The perfection of life is beyond the boundaries of good and bad, sad or happy. 2015. My fourth miscarriage. The loss of pregnancy at ten weeks. The doctor looked into my soul and told me, ‘I know the obstetrician for… Continue reading

  • Life Beyond

    I know when I am talking to a persons soul. There is no feeling wider, deeper, more beautiful than to sit beside a friend and know them beyond their human story. The vastness of them. The invisible wonder; felt, yet… Continue reading

  • The Web

    It is beautiful, I think, to be a very small thread on the web of it all. Continue reading

  • Best Friends

    Oh, the softness you are. The sweet story of you whistled through my pages, the sharpest sorrow, bringing me to life. There is nothing more beautiful than the glistening shards of a lifetime of broken hearts melting together again. This… Continue reading

  • Brave

    I’m feeling such a tender ache within me, this morning. The aching quiet, I call it, this softness. This knowing of connection between humans and life, between humans and other humans. Tenderness — more specifically, sitting within the depths of… Continue reading

  • This Sack Of Potatoes

    It’s a beautiful memory. Six-year-old me. Bundled in a blanket. Mum hoisting me into the air, swinging round and about and back again. ‘This sack of potatoes is SO HEAVY!’, she jollied, as she wobbled me up the porch steps… Continue reading

  • This Quiet Place

    I’m feeling a little tender, today. It’s a lovely feeling, don’t get me wrong. Soft and sweet, like a warm rainy day. It’s a feeling I’ve sat with at various points over the last few years, a new softness that… Continue reading