Music

  • What Matters Most

    I’ve been loving the chance to melt into human stories again. And music. My goodness, how it feels to connect to that deeper place within and melt into the sweet symphony of another. These past few months have seen me… Continue reading

  • 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