Life

  • Changes

    I took another sneaky day away from here, yesterday. I was busy ‘processing’ some soul questions and spilling the watery leftovers out my eyes. It’s an ugly blubbering kind of thing that happens when I cry, although I like my Step… Continue reading

  • Books Vs Social Media

    I’m reading again. I’m reading a lot, actually. My goodness, it’s all the lovely things. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to read for all the years books went missing from my life. I blamed it on the quick and… Continue reading

  • Conversations With A Soul

    My soul spoke to me today. It told me a story about the heartaches I choose to hide from. Hiding is much easier than seeking, wouldn’t you say, on account of all the wrong turns made on the way to… Continue reading

  • What Is Love

    As Moon sat upon her hill, waiting for the tide to rise, she whispered to Sun, “Sun? What is love?” Moon wasn’t expecting an answer. She only wanted to ask the question, because if she asked, the possibility of receiving an… Continue reading

  • The Sad of Life

    There’s a sad drooping in the air today. A deep sad, thick among the fog of all things left unsaid. It floats in the river and I catch it in my cup, most unwillingly— oddly enthusiastically. Tomorrow, I will place… Continue reading

  • Who Am I

    In the books. In the sky. In the wind, in the trees. In the music. I look, and I listen and I ask: Who am I? And am I a big kid yet?               Continue reading

  • The White Swan

    The soft girl drifted away from the ballet and felt the air fall around her like silk. It was a wonderful twenty-four hours, one of the rare occasions that my husband and I leave our children in the capable hands… Continue reading

  • The Birds

    The birds are highly sensitive this morning, and so am I. Often we sing at the same time, me and the birds— it’s so completely wondrous to observe. We’re the same, humans and nature, it’s just that humans are quite often… Continue reading

  • Musical Trees

    I wonder if this tree can feel the music that plays into my ears, and through my soul. As my hand touches the smooth of her grey, I let the music sing up her spine, until I can feel her… Continue reading

  • In The Silence

    Here I sit in this patch of sun, beneath this naked tree, only me. I ask my heart to hush so that I might hear the birds. But just as soon as my heart goes quiet… so do the birds.… Continue reading