Love

  • Just A Game

    Is it worth these precious breaths? This fight, this blame, this game? Is it really so important? People die (people who are loved) and still we take for granted life. And we fight, and we blame in this game. It’s… Continue reading

  • A Moment

    There it was, quietly mine. A moment of the greatest love: a Mother’s love. My love. For them. And I know they tire me senseless, and I know I wish them away (too often for my heart to understand) but… Continue reading

  • Somewhere

    Somewhere between the quiet and the haze, I go to sit for a while. Somewhere between the quiet and the haze. And you might ask me what I hope to find there. You might ask me if it’s true. That… Continue reading

  • Loveliness

    Ah, the loveliness. There it is again. As smooth as the drifting river, as quiet as the song of a mother to the sky. Lovely loveliness. The sweetest of all the dreams. Continue reading

  • This Great Love

    I am the soft of you and you are the soft of me. There is nothing that taints this great love. Nothing, not even the words you cannot say while I stare, while I marvel at your majesty and blooming… Continue reading

  • Holidays and Summer Wind

    Australian summer and there I was, sipping a glass of wine beneath the gumtrees, wrapped in my best winter scarf and topped with a little woolen hat. The wind: shocking. It’s not unusual for the country town we’re holidaying in… Continue reading

  • Sunshine

    I’d like to find the sunshine beneath my pillow, when I wake. And I will cup it in my hands, and I will hold it close and whisper: ‘Shine, sweet little light. Shine ever brightly, might the pathway ahead light… Continue reading

  • Christmas Love Hearts

    Dearest Bloggy friends, Merry day, to you all. Just taking a moment to send you all the love hearts (because I can’t seem to stop myself- and because love hearts are the best). To those of you struggling to make… Continue reading

  • The Christmas Spirit

    The Christmas spirit never dies. The Christmas spirit is forever and always, so why put it away? Do we not become our best selves whilst wrapped in the spirit of Christmas? Me thinks we do. And so it is I… Continue reading

  • A Little More Than This

    I do not care to be seen. I do not wish to scramble, do not wish to fight my way to the top to be seen, to be loved a little more than this. Perhaps I should try harder to… Continue reading