Love

  • Thank You

    I was in tears this morning, bouncing on my fit ball in front of the TV at my new favourite time of day (4AM). I was watching the world news. Small children were being handed over a fence to soldiers… Continue reading

  • Someone Is Fighting

    Wherever I look, someone is fighting. It hurts the softness of me, this world. It takes and takes the peace and I am so afraid to be torn apart by another day of humanity. The carnival of dark and dense… Continue reading

  • The Perfection of Life

    The perfection of life is beyond the boundaries of good and bad, sad or happy. 2015. My fourth miscarriage. The loss of pregnancy at ten weeks. The doctor looked into my soul and told me, ‘I know the obstetrician for… Continue reading

  • Waiting For Baby

    It’s a beautiful time, for me. I’m seven weeks away from meeting my sweet little baby number three, and nesting has well and truly begun. Life has been busy and forceful, if I look at it carefully and agree with… Continue reading

  • Serendipity

    I’ve always been aware of the mysterious force just underneath the surface of life. I’ve never called it God. Sometimes called it fate. But, either way, always its been there, every so often offering up a situation or life lesson… Continue reading

  • Forever Home

    Sorrow is quiet and soft. How strange, that during the saddest times, the quiet is the loudest voice of all. Tonight, I send my voice into the stillness. To honour the love and the sorrow that lingers when we lose… Continue reading

  • Wherever I May Go

    Life and her currents. I feel them like tears in my bones. And all I can do is let the river run, let the stream carry me wherever I may go. Through the high clouds of white. Through the deep… Continue reading

  • Octopus Mum

    I just fell in love with an octopus. It was an octopus mum, to be specific, a mum just like me. And my mum, and yours, and his mum and hers. I wouldn’t say it was the octopus herself I… Continue reading

  • Life, Ever Fragile

    The fragility of life can be truly shocking. There’s a beautiful line from a Sarah Barellies song called, ‘She used to be mine’. It goes like this: Sometimes life just slips in through the back door, and carves out a… Continue reading

  • Rainbow

    In my softness I hold this gift, for you. A small slice of home, and a tiny sun to shine only on you, sweet friend. This rain will pass, it will pass on through the air. And in your eyes… Continue reading