Inspiration

  • 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

  • True Colour

    We stand together observing a leaf as it floats in the pond of life. We watch its path together, and yet our eyes will never know the same leaf. And isn’t that the true colour of life. Continue reading

  • Keeping The Soft Girl

    I had an epiphany today. The soft girl. She’s found the place she remembers, the place she knows she’ll never leave again. Not for any job, not for any man. Not for any worldly fear that really wasn’t hers to… Continue reading

  • In Spite Of It All

    Beautiful girl. Up you get and off you go. Run when you can. Walk when you need. And love. Love always and ever after. In spite of it all. Continue reading

  • The Ocean Of All Of Us

    Do you feel it? The song, dancing you into the breeze, can you sense it? Changing your every thought, your every need? It lives in the ocean of all of us. It plays in the rivers of those who believe.… Continue reading

  • Fragile Beautiful

    The same pattern repeated itself over and over, in various ways. And with each new scenario of social anxiety, a sense of unconscious shame was born and continued to grow. I should have been able to call my friends without worrying… Continue reading

  • Then Is Gone. This Is Now.

    Her words lumped in my gut like a blob of warm resentment. I was late. By six-minutes. I would be charged a full half an hour extra— her colleague had been unable to go to lunch until my arrival. The… Continue reading

  • Beauty

    Beauty is the home that fills my soul like a glorious day. Come to me, sweet beauty. Bring me your Sun. Let me feel your tender fingers sweep through my waiting soul. Continue reading

  • For The Love Of Self

    I love how deep this heart of mine goes. I love that if I love you, you know just how much and why. I love that my feelings shine into the midnight sky. Some might call this: overly sentimental. I… Continue reading

  • Naked

    She stood before the mirror naked. First, she saw that her soul was bare. Next…her body. Perfect white, creased by a lifetime of curving for others. So fragile stood the moment of naked. So solid stood the lifetime ahead. Of… Continue reading