Humanity

  • The Rose

    Even the most darling rose is a work in progress. Be the rose. How beautiful that she will show you the way to freedom. Continue reading

  • Sweet Love Departed

    When there is, in this soft heart, a tear for sweet love departed, a tender wave of grief upon the shore; where do these small hands go? How do I hold and kiss and whisper each precious ache into wholeness,… Continue reading

  • Beautiful Tears

    In the shadow of love is the aching of fear. And I hold you, love. I hold you and your beautiful tears. Continue reading

  • One

    Hush, dear soul, there is no need to question the aching sorrows. For they are there, as is the joy; two faithful companions on the road to somewhere and nowhere. Oh, dear soul. It is true there are questions unanswered,… Continue reading

  • Layers of Illusion

    Woman. Professional woman. Single professional woman. Blonde single professional woman. Old blonde single professional woman. Sweet old blonde single professional woman. Joyful sweet old blonde single professional woman. Australian sweet old blonde single professional woman. Human. Man. Unemployed man. Married… Continue reading

  • Anyone

    I feel the truth only because of the false. A seeing beyond the faces of clowns. Play rolled in fear, don’t you see the squeaky carousel? They feel the brittle bones of life gone by and bleed again, but only… Continue reading

  • Each New End

    Life is a story I tell myself. And I daren’t tell it wrong for fear of the unhappy ending. But what is unhappy? And what is an ending if a beginning is found on the other side of each new… Continue reading

  • 1946

    He bought it in 1946 for six pounds, which apparently was quite the sum back in the day. He’s 92 and wonderful, my darling neighbour, Joe, I’ll call him. The gigantic relic of a dictionary was his. Now it belongs… Continue reading

  • Messy Life

    There is no need to be afraid of the not good enough. This weakness you perceive, this pathetic softness you scold yourself for compared to she who declares herself strong. Close your eyes. Breathe and know this. You are perfection… Continue reading

  • Bravery

    Bravery is born on the tender tears of loss and disappointment. Keep stepping. You are so loved. Continue reading