Inner Peace

  • I Am Free

    I am a star bursting to life. There are no walls in the sky. I am free. Continue reading

  • This Place of Quiet

    I am here in the quiet, knowing I am home. I am the same, in this place, as the windy trees and the sunset that melts across the bay. This quiet. It is the porcelain wail of a newborn child,… Continue reading

  • It Is A Gift

    It is a gift. An open heart spun into ebony lace: words. So much more than what they seem. The chance to see, and believe that anything is possible, always. No matter how wild the wind on a quiet sea. Close… Continue reading

  • Spring Cleaning For The Soul

    Today, quite by accident, I turned things around. A little tidy in the bathroom became an entire makeover: a de clutter to the point of minimalist elegance. And now I can breathe again. That little de clutter session inspired me,… Continue reading

  • Life As It May

    Morning. White haze beyond the window. Eyes, hands, hair; a warm blanket nest. Coffee, a whisper. Peace and a day? Or a splash of grey? Soft. Beyond the sunrise. Life as it may. Continue reading

  • Free To Fly

    ‘If I am free to fly,’ said the girl to the moon, ‘why are my wings still closed?’ ‘Because you have not yet decided to flip the closed sign to open,’ said the moon. To the girl. Continue reading

  • Lake Humanity

    People say there are certain truths that whistle louder through the weeping willows of lake humanity. Love bounces and drifts over the still waters, sweet and true. Hate gathers in clumps of stone and ice and shatters the peaceful flow,… Continue reading

  • This Wind

    This wind is the beautiful melody of every precious moment we played, together. Sweet wind. Sing me again. Continue reading

  • Peace

    I’m so exhausted. And all I want for the rest of my days is peace. I recorded this as a story for Instagram, but I thought I’d share it with you guys. Because, heaven knows, the world needs a good… Continue reading

  • Life Will Be Good

    Soft wind, take flight. Come, take my hand. Come roll me ‘round the sky this fine day, and we will watch the gulls spiral over sandy shores. And we will watch the footprints travel the beach in pairs. And we… Continue reading