Mindful living

  • She Will Be Love

    Every day, she will be love.   Continue reading

  • Who Am I

    In the books. In the sky. In the wind, in the trees. In the music. I look, and I listen and I ask: Who am I? And am I a big kid yet?               Continue reading

  • The White Swan

    The soft girl drifted away from the ballet and felt the air fall around her like silk. It was a wonderful twenty-four hours, one of the rare occasions that my husband and I leave our children in the capable hands… Continue reading

  • The Birds

    The birds are highly sensitive this morning, and so am I. Often we sing at the same time, me and the birds— it’s so completely wondrous to observe. We’re the same, humans and nature, it’s just that humans are quite often… Continue reading

  • The Epiphany

    I had an epiphany yesterday, at a time where my skin was particularly susceptible to the energy of human beings that were not me. We were out as a family, enjoying the humming vibe of a dumpling festival (nom, nom, nom)… Continue reading

  • Friday Waffle

    I’ve blown up the heater, again. Both of them. First the ducted heating, then the little beige buzzy thing I set up to replace it. That went within ten minutes of me turning it on, so I suppose this means… Continue reading