Kindness

  • 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

  • A Little Story

    A little story. A lovely one. While standing in line at the shop, today, holding a baby in one arm and a pram in the other, the lady in front of me turned. ‘Please go ahead of us. I see… Continue reading

  • Infinite

    Love the word is not enough. Love the feeling is infinite. Continue reading

  • Kindness

    Kindness is everywhere if we look hard enough. And you’ll know how it feels, because you’ll know how it looks. And if you know how it looks… you’ll know your most important identity. You’ll know how to be beautiful you.… Continue reading

  • Remembered

    The words were simple. A question. A question of heart and soul. ‘If you could be remembered for one thing, what would that be?’ What would that be? And I knew I wouldn’t be remembered for the jobs I’d done… Continue reading

  • She Would

    If she could hold the world with all her heart. If she could soften the growls of the wildest of them, she would. Oh, she would. Oh, she would. Continue reading

  • Soft

    It’s funny. To think of the damage caused by cultural norms and stereotypes. Of course, there are the absolutely beautiful cultural narratives out there. Those that cherish and honour human life by holding it, by respecting it so beautifully that… Continue reading

  • Hope and Peace

    What do I see when I see two sides at war? I see the middle of it all. I see the hurt of both parties, and though I tend to take the side of whoever seems to have the most… Continue reading

  • Christmas Love Hearts

    Dearest Bloggy friends, Merry day, to you all. Just taking a moment to send you all the love hearts (because I can’t seem to stop myself- and because love hearts are the best). To those of you struggling to make… Continue reading

  • Try A Little

    The quiet moments when we see we’ve been wrong. They melt the ice of life into sweet drifts of frost on wind. I have been wrong to my own heart, often without knowing. I have been wrong, some days, some… Continue reading