Motherhood

  • Your Sun

    I am not your sun. I am a sun. I can show you how to glimmer and warm and burn. But I do not have to be your sun. I am my own sun. Beautiful and true. And I shine,… Continue reading

  • Maybe Tomorrow, Moon

    Maybe tomorrow I’ll fly to the moon. Or maybe tomorrow I’ll finally realise I’ve been on the moon this whole entire time. Continue reading

  • The Sweetest of All Knowings

    I spend so many hours, my sweet babes, wishing I could lift for you. If only I would remember that the path of the butterfly is never a straight one. That there are dips and turns in life, and times… Continue reading

  • Little

    When I was little, I was the curly haired girl. It was a point of fascination, my hair, a reason to love me more than the reasons that already existed inside my little girl heart. I wonder, now, how many… Continue reading

  • Six

    There is a little boy in this world who began his life within my body. He turned six today. I often think of the way his slippery little body looked as it squiggled into the world at my feet. Those… Continue reading

  • Into The Web

    When the morning comes she will spin into the web of it all, and she will make the great adventure across the weave of the day. Continue reading

  • Whole

    I see you there, squinting at the mirror of not good enough. And I wonder if you know the beautiful creases on the face of you make up the whole. And you think, somehow, that you are flawed. Because you… Continue reading

  • Just Watch Me

    Fear? she said, feeling the fire of a soul ready to be heard. I dare you. Just watch me. Continue reading

  • The Little Peg Bucket Of Possibilities

    In the early hours of this morning, the universe woke me from a dream. The details of the dream elude me now, but the message was a whack over the head that I’m unlikely to forget for a very long… Continue reading

  • Unrealistic Expectations

    Never would you ever expect a block of chocolate to fit into a jelly mould. Humans. Can’t live with ’em. Can’t eat ’em. Continue reading