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  • A Little Girl

    There is a tiny human in my life (four years old, and very sweet) who is wide awake at 9pm. Waiting for her best friend (me) to take her back to bed. It’s unknown the origins of this excess late… Continue reading

  • Family

    I was planning on writing something from the heart. Something deep. Something that said something, about something important. But then the most important thing curled up on my shoulder in the form of a nine year old girl, and all… Continue reading

  • The Beauty of Motherhood: Our New White Rose

    She is four-years-old, and knows only sunshine. Even when it rains, the sun soon returns for her, and I breathe her in. Like a drug delivering a pure dose of light to every vein. A few moments ago, her sunshine… Continue reading

  • 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

  • A Silence

    I am tidying the mess my three children have made. Motherhood has broken me, today. It has hurt me, it has hurt them, and all because I have failed to be perfect. And so have they. But as I am… Continue reading

  • Small Ball

    Here I am again with nothing to say. How often have I done this, since the birth of my blog? How often have I just been here because being anywhere else hasn’t seemed like an option? Many a time. I… Continue reading

  • Love Is

    May they find the hours of my love for them strewn upon these coloured pages. May their names shine with my love, and may their eyes light with the truth of all they are. May these hours, and these pages… Continue reading

  • Motherhood

    Motherhood has opened my heart in both expected and unexpected ways. It’s taught me that I never truly knew concepts such as shame or guilt before, or responsibility, or disappointment, or sorrow. And I often get down on myself when… Continue reading

  • Rest

    Oh, dear rest. How beautiful to touch your softness, so. When I, the weary boned, have assaulted this body with your skeleton friend, exhaustion. How sweet it is, this sigh of the deep. How darling to fall to the earth… Continue reading

  • And Then The World Changed

    It’s funny, isn’t it. How we zone in on the things that happen in life that signal an ending of something and the beginning of something else. They roll on in, these momentous happenings, and soon they pass: although we… Continue reading