Life

  • Truth and Lollypops

    I’m not the victim of circumstance. Of uncontrollable life. Of this eternal river that constantly flows and changes, sometimes lifting me right out of the water, sometimes flowing me steadily along. That’s what I try to tell myself, anyway. That… Continue reading

  • Free To Fly

    ‘If I am free to fly,’ said the girl to the moon, ‘why are my wings still closed?’ ‘Because you have not yet decided to flip the closed sign to open,’ said the moon. To the girl. Continue reading

  • Lake Humanity

    People say there are certain truths that whistle louder through the weeping willows of lake humanity. Love bounces and drifts over the still waters, sweet and true. Hate gathers in clumps of stone and ice and shatters the peaceful flow,… Continue reading

  • This Quiet Place

    I’m feeling a little tender, today. It’s a lovely feeling, don’t get me wrong. Soft and sweet, like a warm rainy day. It’s a feeling I’ve sat with at various points over the last few years, a new softness that… Continue reading

  • Woman

    I couldn’t possibly know who I am. I’m so many things, places, people, feelings: it would be impossible to really say. Who I am, that is. The question of who I want to become also seems pointless. I want to… Continue reading

  • The Journey

    Life, for me, has been an up and down ride. A little like one of those slides at the playground, the ones that follow a wave-like movement and snake you all the way down to the ground, sometimes taking your… Continue reading

  • Breath

    I am the same breath as my art. Continue reading

  • The Bear

    ‘You must not fuss,’ said the boy to the bear. ‘This pot may no longer overflow with honey. But look. At the pot. At its rainbow shine, at its faded inscription. This pot has been cherished. And because it has… Continue reading

  • A Strange Sort of Beautiful

    It’s a strange sort of beautiful, this life. I’ve followed the breadcrumbs, even the ones I knew would blow up my world. (They blew it up: into a million pieces of possibility. Beautiful possibility, for everyone around me.) I have been… Continue reading

  • Peace

    I’m so exhausted. And all I want for the rest of my days is peace. I recorded this as a story for Instagram, but I thought I’d share it with you guys. Because, heaven knows, the world needs a good… Continue reading