Humanity

  • Merry Christmas

    To my dear, dear bloggy friends. Merry Christmas to you. I’m so grateful for you all. Thank you for understanding my need to come and go with the seasons. I wish only to bring you the essence of me, which… Continue reading

  • Rose

    We are all roses. Slowly opening, slowly becoming a more fuller version of the buds we once were. I’ve been stuck on one row of petals for quite some time now, because unlike the perfect growth of an actual Rose,… Continue reading

  • Grieve

    Just to breathe. It’s all I’ve come for, to release. To become the wind I know myself to be when I fully let go of what holds me back. An hour ago, I watched my little boy’s grade four class… Continue reading

  • The Evening

    I’ve just rolled into bed, after a day that tore my heart open. I read an article in the news (which I normally don’t, for this very reason) and its content was so shocking I wouldn’t dare repeat it here.… Continue reading

  • The River and Me

    The river became me. Doesn’t everyone feel the river like a pure cold balm? Perfect in essence. Sure in flow. I am I. But I know the river deeper because… I am Autistic. I am different in the way I… Continue reading

  • Life, However It Looks

    Life, however it looks, is the question. Love is always the answer. Continue reading

  • Stay Home

    The soft hum of an opening heart. Barely a whisper. Barely a moment of life unfiltered, but enough. Closed eyes, whisper. Come home. Stay home. Continue reading

  • Bird Song

    When I am the pure song of the bird, I am limitless. The wind may bend my tune, at times, but I soar, above, beyond, eternal. How sweet it must be to remain pure bird song. I, for now, must… Continue reading

  • Broken Hearts

    ‘Why do we do such terrible things to each other?’ said the softly spoken man at the library, who somehow knew I’d be the one person in the room who would listen. ‘I don’t know,’ I said, looking directly into… Continue reading

  • Rain

    I wish only to walk in the rain. As life thunders around me imperfection after imperfection (often mine) I wish for peace. And I wish to walk in the rain. Continue reading