Humanity

  • Equal and Opposite

    I could never be famous. I could never be okay with receiving messages, some very heart felt and beautiful, no doubt, that I couldn’t respond to. It would hurt my soul, I suspect. And so, although I suspect that my… Continue reading

  • Bearing the Fruits of Life

    I’ve been fast asleep to the truth of this phrase. Even though I’ve known the phrase since childhood, I’ve never connected the ways my own life has ‘grown fruit.’ It’s a phrase that has always remained slightly abstract, to me.… Continue reading

  • A little Girl and the Energy of Innocence

    The little girl stood small behind the temporary fencing. Park closed, the sign said. I couldn’t tell you how her heart might have felt at that moment, but my heart ached, that is for certain. She stood beside a man,… Continue reading

  • Healing

    My soul wanted to write. The little bird she is, warm in hands. Just wanted to breathe, wanted to send her soft song into the loud, loud world. I’m lazing by the fire, once again: a little girl’s shame in… Continue reading

  • The World Was Right When I Cried At The Sky

    I set the twigs down, and some logs cut from two of our past Christmas trees. I sawed them to bits yesterday, when I needed life to be more. I often need life to be more. Perhaps thats why I… Continue reading

  • Good

    I’ve been doing the dishes by candlelight, not because it’s dark, but because the candles make me feel something. Our dishwasher is broken, and I’m amazed to say I’m pleased. The candles take me home. The swirling of soapy water… Continue reading

  • Love. And That Quiet Ache

    ‘You are the Sun, I am the Moon, you are the words, I am the tune: Play me.’ My heart sits in a quiet place, this morning. We celebrated my Father in law’s 80th birthday last night, and it was… Continue reading

  • Unwell

    I wasn’t going to write. I’m beyond unwell, but Panadol and Nurofen are keeping my temperature down, so I’ve got some moments. It’s truly a wonder, the beauty of empathy. My little four year old, I’m certain, will be a… Continue reading

  • Breaking Free from Old Beliefs.

    I’ve cried a lot, lately. I can’t believe there was a time where I was afraid to cry. Ashamed to cry. All because of a misguided notion that crying, somehow, makes a person weak. Not so, at all, I now… Continue reading

  • 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