Humanity

  • I Feel

    My heart is open and bare, laid out before the world again. Their pain is mine: I give it loving arms. I speak their truth. I burn with mine. They say these are words, but I know they are more.… Continue reading

  • All I Am

    How lovely it is to find home again. In this home I am what I am, and what I am is a river, a rock, a lion, a ballerina. What I am is all I am. All I am is… 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

  • Human Like You

    Do not ask me to hate the ‘broken’ ones. I am a broken one because I am human. You are too. You are too. Do not ask me to turn my soul inside out so I might fit into your… Continue reading

  • A Beautiful Mess

    This messy home, an incorrectness: something broken needing to be fixed. The wars we rage inside ourselves just to keep control, to maintain clean, to maintain ‘right.’ It is a mistake of the eyes and the heart not to see… Continue reading

  • She Would

    If she could hold the world with all her heart. If she could soften the growls of the wildest of them, she would. Oh, she would. Oh, she would. Continue reading

  • It’s Love

    Perhaps I am here to write. But at the core of that, at the core of my words, at the core of my message…I’m here to love. I always have been, and it’s more clear to me now that I’m… Continue reading

  • Soft

    It’s funny. To think of the damage caused by cultural norms and stereotypes. Of course, there are the absolutely beautiful cultural narratives out there. Those that cherish and honour human life by holding it, by respecting it so beautifully that… Continue reading

  • Together, Alone

    In the lonely hours they cry for their humanity. For the lost past, for the uncertain present they wander lost. Together, alone. Continue reading

  • To Escape

    But if you only have eyes for the way you think life should be, then surely you are forgetting to live. To truly live. As you are. In this moment, this version of life that you so desperately wish to… Continue reading