Love

  • How Very Lovely

    Oh, but those who feel like the wind! How lovely they are. How very lovely. Continue reading

  • All That I Am

    I am all that I am, and wherever I drift on the wind of today is as it should be, is all that I am. As it should be is all that I am. Continue reading

  • Only Quiet

    There is no sound. There is only the air. There is only the peace that was stolen from the garden of every man. There is no sound. There is only quiet, now. Continue reading

  • Grateful.Tired.

    Life is busy and overwhelming at the moment. I’m better for the tools I’ve found to bring me back to softness (walking, gratefulness, meditation) but it’s a mammoth slog I’ve been through. And a mammoth slog that lay ahead. My… Continue reading

  • Giving Back

    What did I actually do for others, apart from give them my love? What did I do to help lift their burdens, to help them maximise their true life potential by easing (or helping to expand) life for them in… Continue reading

  • Beyond It All

    I will always be here. Feeling this depth of life, remembering how much I have loved and lost and never regretted a moment. Life has never attacked me, though I’ve been broken by its force many a time. I try… Continue reading

  • The Wilderness

    Mmmm. The wilderness within. Let her rise above the soft waves of propriety. Let her unleash her greatest longings. Let her fall into the darkest of nights. Set her free, see her run beyond form, beyond care, beyond life. Let… Continue reading

  • Evermore

    Hold my heart, dear music. Let me float in the clouds, on the sweetest of tunes; let me hold this feeling, still, while the moon wraps around me. Sing it again, sweet Angel. Evermore is the breath of this beautiful,… Continue reading

  • Love

    It is a beautiful thing to know love. To feel it burning, aching, glowing; how I have known love is as small as an hour born of its grand, magnificent day. I have loved in many ways. Is there a… Continue reading

  • Home Alone

    I’m home alone, tonight. And when I say I’m home alone, I mean my children are here, my husband is not. And when I say my husband is not, I mean I’ve been keeping a secret, and that secret is… Continue reading