Kindness

  • Touched By The Birthday Fairy.

    It’s my 43rd birthday on Wednesday. I nearly called out to my husband, ‘Hey honey, am I turning 43 this year?’ I can’t believe it’s gotten to that stage. Ha ha ha. When I was much younger, I used to… Continue reading

  • Tender

    It’s late, and I need to sleep. My heart has been tender, of late. So tender, and I struggle beneath the weight of my own judgements and expectations of myself and life (as many of us do, I’m sure.) Sleep… Continue reading

  • Flowers

    They feel like my Nan, these flowers. Mauve in colour, roses in almost full bloom. I think she must be here in essence, when I feel such moments. The way people sense the world is vastly different isn’t it? Most… Continue reading

  • Enough

    I am only me. I am only here in this small body, with this small, helpless voice calling out. I reach out to hold them in pain, while others seek to tear them down. What are we doing, in the… Continue reading

  • For The Birds

    The birds are home and so am I. I could say they are noisy, but they are not really noisy. They are only noisy if I think of them in relation to my world. On their own, they are just… Continue reading

  • Sun and Moon and The Dusty Fridge of the Sky

    As he spun his web of gold around the evening, Sun smiled on the river children, below. Oh, how they splashed and cackled and loved! What would Moon think of this beauty, Sun wondered, knowing how his dear and sleepy… Continue reading

  • I Have Loved

    I only have to give this love that I have. I only have to give it, and cherish the way it feels to know I have loved. Continue reading

  • Sleep

    Oh, weary soul. I barely see you behind those tired eyes. Let us rest, deeply, beautifully, with compassion for all life has given, harshly. It is a darling life. A life to be cherished with each breath of our aching… Continue reading

  • Shamed

    Mistakes are our greatest gifts, and yet, we are buried in shame. Do not make a mistake. Do not ever be bad. We are shamed. We are shamed. We are human. Not one of us is perfect, not one. I… Continue reading

  • Self Forgiveness

    They abused their horses; yelled at them, hit them, spat daggers of anger at them, daily. I was the thirteen year old victim of school bullying at the time, so I smiled when the abusers smiled and I laughed when… Continue reading