Love

  • My Fire

    Oh, this is the depths of desire! How wild winds do blow within the halls of this longing. Lingering aches clutching at far off stretches of my truth. Built over lifetimes, tasted this day: I see you, raging humanity. How… Continue reading

  • Creative, Loving,Life

    I’m very aware of the rich soil of this place. How I am peeking through the soft earth, unravelling beautifully. How I am fully becoming myself. Over these past few weeks, I’ve been allowing myself to be as I am,… Continue reading

  • Soul Song

    My soul knows this song. Continue reading

  • Words Are Not BIG Enough

    The room glowed orange. And LOVE. A wooden carving of the word sat against the wall in my room, opposite my meditation cushion, on top of a painting of my favourite tree (the letters light up if I really want… Continue reading

  • All I Am

    How lovely it is to find home again. In this home I am what I am, and what I am is a river, a rock, a lion, a ballerina. What I am is all I am. All I am is… Continue reading

  • Life Beyond

    I know when I am talking to a persons soul. There is no feeling wider, deeper, more beautiful than to sit beside a friend and know them beyond their human story. The vastness of them. The invisible wonder; felt, yet… Continue reading

  • Human Like You

    Do not ask me to hate the ‘broken’ ones. I am a broken one because I am human. You are too. You are too. Do not ask me to turn my soul inside out so I might fit into your… Continue reading

  • Changing Seasons, Finding Home

    We had small children. Three and six years old: button noses, tiny hands. When my husband and I separated, we needed to because that was the next and only step we knew how to take. We’d forgotten how to breathe… Continue reading

  • A Beautiful Mess

    This messy home, an incorrectness: something broken needing to be fixed. The wars we rage inside ourselves just to keep control, to maintain clean, to maintain ‘right.’ It is a mistake of the eyes and the heart not to see… Continue reading

  • She Would

    If she could hold the world with all her heart. If she could soften the growls of the wildest of them, she would. Oh, she would. Oh, she would. Continue reading