Humanity

  • Cereal And Life

    The oddities of humanity. The neuroses that so often become us that really have nothing to do with who we are, at all, or what’s best for our health, wellbeing and growth. Take breakfast, for example. My body doesn’t know… Continue reading

  • Thank You

    I was in tears this morning, bouncing on my fit ball in front of the TV at my new favourite time of day (4AM). I was watching the world news. Small children were being handed over a fence to soldiers… Continue reading

  • Someone Is Fighting

    Wherever I look, someone is fighting. It hurts the softness of me, this world. It takes and takes the peace and I am so afraid to be torn apart by another day of humanity. The carnival of dark and dense… 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

  • Feel

    Some days, I can’t be here for you. Some days I need you, to hold my softness and let me fall. It is a beautiful drift of snow that feathers the earth of me. A gentle spring breeze beyond the… Continue reading

  • One Small Me

    If I am not her, that good and lovely girl in a box, who am I? Now that this body is alive with the energy of all of life, who am I? I believe this, but I believe the opposite… Continue reading

  • The Sound Of Silence

    How lovely it was to call the darkness an old friend. The darkness inside, the darkness outside. Did they even know it was both of which they spoke? A Neon God was made so beautifully to shine light for all… Continue reading

  • Forever Home

    Sorrow is quiet and soft. How strange, that during the saddest times, the quiet is the loudest voice of all. Tonight, I send my voice into the stillness. To honour the love and the sorrow that lingers when we lose… Continue reading

  • Wherever I May Go

    Life and her currents. I feel them like tears in my bones. And all I can do is let the river run, let the stream carry me wherever I may go. Through the high clouds of white. Through the deep… Continue reading

  • To Live

    The wind will call and you will know. And it won’t tell you why, and it won’t tell you what but you will follow blindly, hopefully, until the sun peaks ’round the bend and the horizon dazzles in ways far… Continue reading