Mindful living

  • Darling Day 27. Destiny

    Deep in the darling woods, the darkness creeps and the wind whispers of daisies and delight: destiny hanging in the air beyond the trees. Waiting. Waiting for permission to live. Continue reading

  • Darling Day 17. Surrender

    Darling are the lonely ones. The sad ones. The tired ones. The human ones. Darling is the moment of sweet surrender, when the cave of hard fought bravery crashes into the sea of what actually is. Continue reading

  • Fly Free

    Fly free, sweet bird, from the spiral mind that cages and twirls you. You are beautiful always. How funny that you sometimes forget. Continue reading

  • The Cupboard Of Me

    In the cupboard of me you will find a heart that is love, a mind that is scattered, a wind that is soft and warm, a day that will never end. In the cupboard of me you will find ingredients… Continue reading

  • Now

    Sunshine hangs on the sweet, subtle branches of this moment. A split second of fire, ice, indifference; whichever lights the way as I wander alone, under the deep blue sky of today. All this time, I’ve shuffled the pathway searching… Continue reading

  • Be Still

    Be still, human darlings. Never was there a day the wind stood still. This, too, shall travel like the breath of the earth. And though this wind will bring down branches, and bend limbs into unrecognisable poses: life remains. So… Continue reading

  • Darling and Broken

    Darling and broken: spinning a circle of light and dark. Darling is to be all that we wish to be. Broken is to be all that we choose to deny. Darling and broken. Balance. Darling and broken. Human. Continue reading

  • Chasing Rabbits

    The spirit gently smiles as the human chases rabbits around a never ending circular track. Continue reading

  • Now, I am Free

    And you and all of the moments I’ve felt you beneath my skin are a gift for yesterday’s breeze. Now, I am free. To welcome myself. To choose my moments as my heart has written them. And such, I know,… Continue reading

  • Everything While I’m Alive

    There are days when I fall to my knees. When the wind leaves me hollow, and my tears water the dust. And I say to the ache of life— I feel you. Still, I ask you to stay. Because without… Continue reading