Life

  • 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

  • Messy Life

    There is no need to be afraid of the not good enough. This weakness you perceive, this pathetic softness you scold yourself for compared to she who declares herself strong. Close your eyes. Breathe and know this. You are perfection… Continue reading

  • Bravery

    Bravery is born on the tender tears of loss and disappointment. Keep stepping. You are so loved. Continue reading

  • Let Go

    Let go. For peace. Continue reading

  • Bright New Day

    I send my heart to those in pain. Let me sit beside you in the dark. Let me remind you: darkness is the ship to a bright new day. Continue reading

  • The Wind

    The wind, I think, is peace. The breath of the earth. The song of the trees. And we will bathe in her softness, today, and every day. The wind, I think, rolls all days into one. May she catch us… Continue reading

  • Soul

    I had to write. With my heart open wide and my energy flowing, I had to write because writing is what my soul does when it needs to breathe. My soul needs to breathe. I stood beneath a tree in… Continue reading

  • Soft Things

    She floats on the wind as they stare. And they will never know her as their own. Never see her truth as anything other than feathers in the garden. Yet, she knows herself, dear. And she knows, darling softness, that… Continue reading

  • Little Koala Arms

    Such adorable little roots. And no one is more surprised than I am that my plant journey has taken me this way. It was just the way of the wind and so I flew there, in a great big gust… Continue reading

  • Kissed

    How beautiful to see your tears and know your soul has been kissed by music. Continue reading