Life

  • The River Of Me

    The river didn’t think. The river flowed. Without question. Without worry. Today I become the river. Continue reading

  • Season’s End

    It was a season kissed with pastel colours and peach-scented days. But even the most beautiful seasons come to an end. Permission to breathe, sweet human-flower. Permission to fall and rise again. Continue reading

  • Storytime

    ‘Look, Sun! The humans are telling stories again,’ said Moon as she picked through the glimmering blue ripples at her feet, sorting each loose shard into piles of keep or discard. ‘Oh goody! You know how I love storytime,’ said… Continue reading

  • The Little Peg Bucket Of Possibilities

    In the early hours of this morning, the universe woke me from a dream. The details of the dream elude me now, but the message was a whack over the head that I’m unlikely to forget for a very long… Continue reading

  • Life Is The Magic You Make It

    Life is the magic you make it. So make it. Continue reading

  • This Bliss

    This bliss is born of a brave and steady heart; a choice to flow with the sugar and the spice: the mystery of all that I am. This bliss has been warming beneath trembling soil; lifetimes of wanting for something… Continue reading

  • Baffling

    What does it mean that a leaf looks so much like a feather, and a feather looks so much like a leaf? Who knows? Not many of us. Because for far too long we’ve been busy. Busy making sure the… Continue reading

  • Awakening

    Take me to the river and breathe me into the wind. I am born of a place deep. Deep within the waters of you. I am waiting. I will wait until the whisper unfolds you, awakening your starving heart from… Continue reading

  • I Am Free

    Dear History, You do not tell my heart what it knows. I tell my heart what it knows. I do not compare my story to others. I do not play into stories of fear, or guilt, or shame. I do not… Continue reading

  • Life and Death

    I visited Nan, today. Beautiful Nan— she could light up a room just by looking at it, and all of us could feel her joy from a mile away. No wonder the cemetery she lives at feels so beautiful to me.… Continue reading