Life lessons

  • The Demon

    Deep in the guts of humanity lies a secret. The secret of the dark. Peeking through the curtain, always. A demon hiding within. The world sees an angel: ‘Welcome, lovely one. We choose you.’ Meanwhile, the demon cackles on. Continue reading

  • Release

    The wind has shaken my branches. The quiet says to me: Feel the wind. Let it be. Release. And so I will listen. And so the beautiful mess of life shall be. Continue reading

  • Weeds

    Are they really weeds? These oddities popping up in the middle of your perfectly manicured green; frightening, uncomfortable, strange? Are they weeds? Or might you instead see them as they are? Daisies (not weeds) sweet and drifting among the emerald… Continue reading

  • The Journey to Shine

    ‘Sun?’ ‘Yes, Moon?’ Sun replied, glancing over his shoulder at the beautiful, shining friend who sat so solemnly beside him. He continued to dangle his fishing line over earth. Soon, he knew, the daytime of the south would chomp. ‘I… Continue reading

  • Begging To Be Set Free

    To think. Of all the passion I caged to feed an illusion: that others judgements mattered more than the heart magic that was begging to be set free. Continue reading

  • The Destination

    The destination is always the same, but there’ll be paths along the way. Hundreds of them. Thousands. Millions even, depending on how many times you say no. So. Which answer will you choose? Yes? No? Or maybe next life time,… Continue reading

  • Life

    She sat under the moon, folded in the quiet of night. The questions rolling down her cheeks were warm, and yet they were so so cold. And achingly unanswered. There was only surrender in that moment. Only a slice of… Continue reading

  • The Colours of Love

    Sun greeted Moon in the afternoon sky with a flirtatious splay of pink-golden mist. ‘Darling Moon. Have I mentioned, this summer eve, just how dearly I love you?’ Moon blushed. ‘No, Sun. You haven’t. But even if you had, I… Continue reading

  • Friends

    ‘Do you wanna high five, Ben?’ I asked, the two of us hanging about in the driveway; him clutching his bike, me just chillin’. Birds chirped. Cars were largely absent. Neighbours pottered in their yards, keeping to themselves. Then there… Continue reading

  • The Beautiful River

    I cried a beautiful river, today. A river that moved me to the core, and probably because I really didn’t see that river coming. It was my little boy’s final day of kindergarten— next year he’ll be off to start… Continue reading