Music

  • Friday Night Music Night

    Hello my lovely bloggy friends! This is just a quick pop in to let you guys know I’m starting a new ‘thing’ on Instagram/IGTV, running along the same lines as the book chats I was doing a few weeks ago,… Continue reading

  • Musical Love

    Love. The great creator of song. Without love there is no heartache. Without heartache there are no scars to weep music from the soul. Continue reading

  • I Am The Air

    Music is the wind, and I am the air. And we gracefully dance, and we blissfully play, and we claim our place within the fabric of the other until we are one.   Continue reading

  • Piano

    I’ve just done some counting. My absolute least favourite thing. And according to my calculations, I’ve had my piano (a digital piano) for seventeen years. Seventeen years. There was a moment a few weeks ago when it didn’t turn on.… Continue reading

  • The Journey

    Life, for me, has been an up and down ride. A little like one of those slides at the playground, the ones that follow a wave-like movement and snake you all the way down to the ground, sometimes taking your… Continue reading

  • Peace

    I’m so exhausted. And all I want for the rest of my days is peace. I recorded this as a story for Instagram, but I thought I’d share it with you guys. Because, heaven knows, the world needs a good… Continue reading

  • Tortured

    Because I am human the softness inside me only grows with every flight of my breaking heart. And I smile, and pretend that you are not the scribbled words etched into the deepest parts of my soul, but you are.… Continue reading

  • My Contribution

    I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I keep my distance from the news. I have to, because the moment I face the full ache of this thing, I feel the pain of the entire world. Already, I’ve… Continue reading

  • Live

    It’s the morning. I’m sitting up in bed, leaning against the material laden backboard of the bed I bought when my life tore into two separate pieces. It makes me feel more comfortable than the old wooden one. I feel… Continue reading

  • Hungry Restless Soul

    Love lives not in the sound of the music, but in the deep, melodic swell that fills the body of a hungry restless soul. Continue reading