Love

  • Such Love Shines

    These tender nights. This soul that whispers, weary as can be. Such love shines upon the pavement of life. Darlings of mine. How they take this heart, how they shatter the light, that I might be the stars. Continue reading

  • Memories

    But there you are, darling softness. Keeper of my hopes, dreamer of my dreams. How do you hold my heart, this night? Full of dear, sweet memories. Full of dear, dear days and nights gone by. Continue reading

  • As You Are

    There is no need to be fearful of the ‘not enough’. Of the too different to fit in, to be chosen. You are who you are, and you will rise as you will rise. Take care and wander with head… Continue reading

  • Free

    I mourn the turning of time. Shall I clutch at the moment, or the passing days gone by? Or shall I be free to stroll the fields, with you? Free to know the wind as an ever changing friend. Continue reading

  • A Quiet

    There is a quiet, here. My husband is away, so it’s just me and our sleeping children beneath this roof. In this room, it’s just me and my heart quietly whispering away. What is she saying? I’m not entirely sure.… Continue reading

  • Enough

    I am only me. I am only here in this small body, with this small, helpless voice calling out. I reach out to hold them in pain, while others seek to tear them down. What are we doing, in the… Continue reading

  • Unspoken

    I’ve done it again. I’ve pressed delete. Any words that might hurt another, even if they are my truth, cannot stay here. And though the post I’ve just deleted feels right from my perspective…there is the potential that it may… Continue reading

  • A Little While

    There is silence where the gaps are. Weeping holes in a persons soul, for life, or just, perhaps, for a little while. Continue reading

  • Heart

    How my heart breaks when I think of it. The moment I was curled up on the hospital bed, weeping in my husbands arms, just absolutely sobbing with fear as the two doctors stood by, helpless to my tears. Only… Continue reading

  • Soft Arms

    I hold this fear in soft arms and let her be. She is a dear traveller. She knows this village well. Peace, dear friend. We shall sit and we shall be, without wishing to change one another. Continue reading