Inspiration

  • Home Is Where The Heart Is

    My heart lives inside of me. Dearest, home. I’m sorry it took me so long to find you.     Continue reading

  • The Year of Us

    When I write my words, when I set them free in this little bloggy land of mine— the one where you’ve come to meet me, now—I become a better version of me. I can feel it. I can feel the… Continue reading

  • Tell It To The Sky

    When I find myself in times of trouble, I look to the sky and I say: ‘Stop. Thank you. I’ve got this.’ Then I smile as I realise that what I’ve said is actually quite true. Continue reading

  • Smile

    On the eighth day of Christmas I wondered how the steps I take with my average girl feet might change the world— even in some small way. I wondered for about a second and then I stopped wondering and just…smiled.… Continue reading

  • My Authentic Self

    For so many of my adult years, I wanted to know myself. Growing up, I’d heard there was such thing as a person knowing themselves and, truthfully, I was envious of all those who did. When I thought of what… Continue reading

  • The Girl in The Frame on the Wall

    There she is— the girl in the frame on the wall. A picture of a girl; the softest smile full of mischief and grace. Love and kindness. Hope and fear. Joy. Sadness. Dreams. All of life rolled into a girl…… Continue reading

  • A Way With Words

    It’s quite certain that when a person says to another person: ‘You have a way with words’, it’s not the words themselves that made the impact. It’s the heart they fell out of, and the way the heart coloured the… Continue reading

  • A Simple Wish

    I used to think that I was like the most beautiful bird. That I could spread my wings and fly anywhere I wanted. Anywhere the wind blew. It was silly of me to think that. Now that I really think… Continue reading

  • The Answer

    The answer waits for me in the silence  between the question and the first thought that comes to my mind.   Continue reading

  • Let’s Do This

    I thought I’d be pooped by now; fifteen k’s into a thirty k walk. But though my feet are sore, and blisters are starting to gift my toes little pops of ‘ouch’ every now and then… All I’m thinking is:… Continue reading