Life

  • When Life Hits The Fan: Eat Chocolate

    I may or may not be sitting here on my couch, eating chocolate. And when I say I may or may not be…what I actually mean to say is: I am. I will warn you right now: this is one… Continue reading

  • Return Of The Soft Girl

    The Soft Girl returned for a few moments, yesterday. My soul. My essence. My flow. She found me in the car as I drove home from a busy day of moving from one house to another. She wasn’t with me… Continue reading

  • Healing Through Dreams

    The universe is such a clever muffin. I really shouldn’t downplay its genius by using words that soften my stance such as ‘clever’ and ‘muffin’, should I? I should be using solid words. Power words. Words like: ‘The universe is… Continue reading

  • A Little Time Away

    My dear bloggy friends, I’ve been thinking on a more practical level (which, let me tell you, is highly unusual in the world of this cloud bouncing dreamer) and my thoughts have led me to a little bloggy holiday. I’m… Continue reading

  • True Love

    True love is not a think. True love is a feel.       Continue reading

  • Words

    Words roll in and out of me like breath. I can’t imagine not reading and writing, just as I can’t imagine what it might be like never to breathe again. Sometimes the words I write make no sense to me,… Continue reading

  • The Cup Of Tea That You Are

    You’ll never be everyone’s cup of tea. Might as well be the cup of tea that you are. Continue reading

  • Compassion

    My eyes see differently. I’m going into this deep (possibly triggering and controversial) space, because last night I read an article about narcissistic disorder and how completely awful and horrible and unacceptable narcissists are. As I wound up the article… Continue reading

  • The Cottage House

    I suspect this weekend will be beautiful. I’m not sure how much you’ll see me here, if at all, my lovely bloggy friends. I’ll be all snuggled up under a blankie with a steaming cup of tea and a book,… Continue reading

  • Shining Humans

    ‘Hello, Moon,’ said Sun, as he watched her rise above the sea to meet him in the orange sky. ‘Hello, dear Sun. Must we always meet like this? I’d rather hoped we might run, today.’ Sun looked at Moon and… Continue reading