Life

  • Scars

    The scars of life run so very deep. It’s hard to remember them, hard to sit with that pain. The moments of quiet are beautiful, though, and moments of love revisited are to be cherished. How beautiful true love feels… Continue reading

  • Freud

    I’m about to sit down and snuggle with one of my Christmas presents. It is a book by Sigmund Freud called ‘The Interpretation of Dreams.’ I’d imagine it will hand me another key to my perception of reality, which I’m… Continue reading

  • As I Am

    And I will quietly be as I am. Yes, I will quietly be. Continue reading

  • The Echos of Love

    The echos of love will unravel your soul. Let them. Continue reading

  • Quiet on a Hill

    I close my eyes, my foot on a chair. Pots clang. Time flashes, bright and loud. Could there be just me and the stars? Me and my hands on dry earth? My heart glows at the thought. And I run,… Continue reading

  • I Miss You

    I miss you, my beautiful bloggy friends. My goodness my heart misses you. It is truly a strange thing, that here, more than any other place, my truth shines her beautiful light. Everywhere else on earth, I am partly starving.… Continue reading

  • Healing Pieces

    They were tears like rain. The sort of rain that brings your soul to life as you feel it hard and cold on your skin. Refreshing. Beautiful and nourishing, were those plentiful tears of mine. I was meditating. It was… Continue reading

  • Chamomile

    The word sipping is very pretty, isn’t it? Delicate, like the action it shows. I can see a small pair of hands, a little tea cup beside a little light. And I know it is home. I know it is… Continue reading

  • She Remembers

    How my soul asks to be held. How she breathes the cotton thoughts of yesterday through the trees as she remembers. Continue reading

  • Perhaps

    Perhaps you might ask your heart what it wants. Perhaps you might listen. Perhaps. Continue reading