Love

  • Equal and Opposite

    I could never be famous. I could never be okay with receiving messages, some very heart felt and beautiful, no doubt, that I couldn’t respond to. It would hurt my soul, I suspect. And so, although I suspect that my… Continue reading

  • A little Girl and the Energy of Innocence

    The little girl stood small behind the temporary fencing. Park closed, the sign said. I couldn’t tell you how her heart might have felt at that moment, but my heart ached, that is for certain. She stood beside a man,… Continue reading

  • Good

    I’ve been doing the dishes by candlelight, not because it’s dark, but because the candles make me feel something. Our dishwasher is broken, and I’m amazed to say I’m pleased. The candles take me home. The swirling of soapy water… Continue reading

  • Light

    It’s not an accident that my body sings. Rings, like a tuning fork bashed, dipped into a river to ripple the fish to sleep. Light. What is it all for? A nervous system shedding its scars. A river sending them… Continue reading

  • Love. And That Quiet Ache

    ‘You are the Sun, I am the Moon, you are the words, I am the tune: Play me.’ My heart sits in a quiet place, this morning. We celebrated my Father in law’s 80th birthday last night, and it was… Continue reading

  • A New Chapter and What Comes Next

    I’ve written once a day for a month. It’s been so, so lovely to have this place back in my life, again. To have you all back in my life, again. It feels different. Good different, but different all the… Continue reading

  • Kids

    I’ve had my computer snatched up by a nine year old, and I’m writing this on my phone. It’s never the same, writing from a tiny little screen, without that perfect ‘tap of keys’ feeling. The kids had their cross… Continue reading

  • Growing Pains

    It’s like the Incredible Hulk. When he transitions from man to beast. It’s not a pretty process, the stretching of the psyche. A shifting into the new. It’s clunky. And really, really hard sometimes. Learning who and why I am… Continue reading

  • Writing

    I’ve loved writing everyday, again. Falling into the softness of me. I think I’ve loved it because it’s made me stay. Stay as this flow that I am, this…whatever it is that I am. I’m tired, tonight, so this will… Continue reading

  • Unwell

    I wasn’t going to write. I’m beyond unwell, but Panadol and Nurofen are keeping my temperature down, so I’ve got some moments. It’s truly a wonder, the beauty of empathy. My little four year old, I’m certain, will be a… Continue reading