Love

  • A Simple Wish

    I open my soul again and again. Has my heart been heard this time? So quietly it speaks for fear of breaking. Hear me, please. I may not carry the right words, always. But my heart is pure, my wish… Continue reading

  • Glimmer

    Beautiful are the moments where I remember you are you, and I am me. Perfectly. Beautiful are the mornings the sun shines on cobwebby thoughts and there I see the glimmer of truth. How beautiful you are. How beautiful I… Continue reading

  • Kaleidoscope Life

    The rules of love and life. So much grey, everywhere, all over the place. Cultural differences. Familial differences. How could you ever say a person is wrong in their beliefs, traditions or values? And what do you do if one… Continue reading

  • I Will HoldYou

    I will hold your ache in loving arms. I will be the faith you have lost in the world. I will shine a light on your breaking heart, that you may hand stitch the truth into the fabric of your… Continue reading

  • 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