Love

  • Quite Frankly

    What is love, you might wish to know. Love, quite frankly, is you. Continue reading

  • Open. Release.

    But did they give you a box of darkness? Or was the darkness already inside of you. Waiting for someone to press: open. And release. Continue reading

  • Yayah! WOOT!

    And just so the lot of you know: THIS will be the BEST damn year of ALL our lives. (This blog post was proudly brought to you by the soul cleansing- complete and utter dork making- power of the full… Continue reading

  • Best Friends

    Oh, the softness you are. The sweet story of you whistled through my pages, the sharpest sorrow, bringing me to life. There is nothing more beautiful than the glistening shards of a lifetime of broken hearts melting together again. This… Continue reading

  • Softness

    I will whisper my softness to you every night. I will whisper my softness. To you. Continue reading

  • Brave

    I’m feeling such a tender ache within me, this morning. The aching quiet, I call it, this softness. This knowing of connection between humans and life, between humans and other humans. Tenderness — more specifically, sitting within the depths of… Continue reading

  • All The Lovely Things

    If I were a forest, there would be afternoon sun slicing through my trees. And little white rabbits would hop along the way between the daisies and the rushing river and I would know this was the sweetest day. If… Continue reading

  • The Rose

    I wrote this poem for the beautiful father of my children, today. I wrote it on a white sheet of paper, using a fine tip pink pen and I left it beside a jar of soft pink roses on the… Continue reading

  • Searching

    It is the softest kiss lingering within a dream. A wish of the soul to be held. Arms that lay bare. Eyes on a wall. It is quiet, it is searching all around for you, my love, for you. And… Continue reading

  • She

    She wished for peace and love. And dance parties. In the kitchen. Continue reading