Humanity

  • Season’s End

    It was a season kissed with pastel colours and peach-scented days. But even the most beautiful seasons come to an end. Permission to breathe, sweet human-flower. Permission to fall and rise again. Continue reading

  • Storytime

    ‘Look, Sun! The humans are telling stories again,’ said Moon as she picked through the glimmering blue ripples at her feet, sorting each loose shard into piles of keep or discard. ‘Oh goody! You know how I love storytime,’ said… Continue reading

  • The Little Peg Bucket Of Possibilities

    In the early hours of this morning, the universe woke me from a dream. The details of the dream elude me now, but the message was a whack over the head that I’m unlikely to forget for a very long… Continue reading

  • Baffling

    What does it mean that a leaf looks so much like a feather, and a feather looks so much like a leaf? Who knows? Not many of us. Because for far too long we’ve been busy. Busy making sure the… Continue reading

  • Awakening

    Take me to the river and breathe me into the wind. I am born of a place deep. Deep within the waters of you. I am waiting. I will wait until the whisper unfolds you, awakening your starving heart from… Continue reading

  • The Land In-between

    The matrix rages beneath the skin and I am trapped. So this is the land in-between. The rose unfurls beneath a skin that longs to fall, yet the chipped paint of a girl gone by tethers me to yesterday. A… Continue reading

  • Holding Space

    We ate. We laughed. We drank wine. And then we sat under the moon and talked about life and love, about nature and the universe and how it all feels so magical and huge, sometimes. We talked about everything there… Continue reading

  • My Tribe

    To my dear bloggy friends, I’m sorry it’s been so long since I checked in here with my actual voice. Truthfully, I’ve felt quite stuck in place, and really unable to move many places outside of the muddy waters of… Continue reading

  • Unrealistic Expectations

    Never would you ever expect a block of chocolate to fit into a jelly mould. Humans. Can’t live with ’em. Can’t eat ’em. Continue reading

  • Stuck

    When I felt the stuck of you, I knew you needed to move. The mud in the air around you as you tap tap tapped away told the story of a stuck girl. Getting the job done, wishing you were… Continue reading