Life lessons

  • The Story Of Us

    Have you noticed how life leaves clues along the way? At the time the clues are dropped, we often miss them (or at least, I do) but looking back, it’s so clear why this thing, that thing, or the other… Continue reading

  • Bread-loaf

    I see, now, that my truth will never be yours. And your truth will never be mine, because we are two seperate grains in the bread-loaf of life. But we are the same in some ways. We are both the… Continue reading

  • Fly Free

    Fly free, sweet bird, from the spiral mind that cages and twirls you. You are beautiful always. How funny that you sometimes forget. Continue reading

  • Free

    Have you ever stood in an angry ocean and fought to keep your balance? Have you ever been out walking in a gale and desperately tried to continue walking in a straight line? Have you ever mowed the lawn and… Continue reading

  • The Cupboard Of Me

    In the cupboard of me you will find a heart that is love, a mind that is scattered, a wind that is soft and warm, a day that will never end. In the cupboard of me you will find ingredients… Continue reading

  • Dear Heart

    Dear heart, thank you. For singing to me the beauty of my soul. And having me believe every sweet sound of it. Continue reading

  • The Tide

    Just as the tide rises and falls with the song of the moon, so too must all life. How could it be any other way? This I ask myself, knowing the answer within feels sure as the moon herself. Continue reading

  • Sleep

    It’s 4:11am. The waves of a broken life roll through me like an unwelcome surprise upon a drying shore. I think about hot chocolate and the sound of the ocean, because they soothe me. Thank goodness for hot chocolate and… Continue reading

  • Now

    Sunshine hangs on the sweet, subtle branches of this moment. A split second of fire, ice, indifference; whichever lights the way as I wander alone, under the deep blue sky of today. All this time, I’ve shuffled the pathway searching… Continue reading

  • Who I Am

    Do not tell me to be another version of me. That I should be everything a lady should be, that I must grasp a handful of gravel without leaving a crumbling trail of dust behind. I am human. Dust, I… Continue reading