Music

  • Rushing Lightness

    I’ve been melting into music today. Or music has been melting into me, it’s really hard to say what’s happening exactly. It’s the most beautiful feeling, though, the way music occasionally moves through me like the wind. I say occasionally… Continue reading

  • The Day Ahead

    I might walk tomorrow. And sit. With trees and music and life flowing through every piece of wild in my soul. My energy hasn’t been flowing as nicely of late, and where the old me wouldn’t have noticed any change… Continue reading

  • The Song Of You

    To be brave is to know there is hope. And to know there is hope is to know that dreams can come true— as long as you remember to dream them. Wish with all your heart, little girl. Fly your longing into… Continue reading

  • Musical Trees

    I wonder if this tree can feel the music that plays into my ears, and through my soul. As my hand touches the smooth of her grey, I let the music sing up her spine, until I can feel her… Continue reading

  • The Adventures Of A Hungry Girl

    My glasses are shining back at me from the library window. In hindsight, I should have eaten. Actual lunch I mean, not just the Honey and Date Loaf that quite accidentally fell into my belly at around lunchtime today. I… Continue reading

  • Music: The Most Beautiful Dimension

    I’ve just been at the Piano. I’d like to tell you a story about that, actually. How my piano came to be my ultimate happy place (and healing tool, you might say.) It’s in my soul, I think. Music. It’s… Continue reading

  • May

    It was May when it happened. The change in me, the one that planted little wing sprouts in my shoulders and dared me to fly into the sun. It was last May, do you remember it? The darling blog of… Continue reading

  • The Sun Chair

    It’s Saturday morning and I’m lazing in the sun chair. I always make my way back to this place, this little corner of my world that feeds me so beautifully to the sun. It’s a place for just ‘being’, this… Continue reading

  • The Year of Us

    When I write my words, when I set them free in this little bloggy land of mine— the one where you’ve come to meet me, now—I become a better version of me. I can feel it. I can feel the… Continue reading

  • The Language of a Soul

    It’s the eleventh day of Christmas and I’m listening to music. Beautiful music. It sends my spirit into the sky. It turns my body into love. Beautiful music— language of my soul. How I adored you, on the eleventh day… Continue reading