Nature

  • The Rose

    Even the most darling rose is a work in progress. Be the rose. How beautiful that she will show you the way to freedom. Continue reading

  • The Beautiful Things

    There are days when the wind blows my feelings in storms over the sea of life, and on these days my old friend fear rows back to me and makes himself known. Do you need me, he says, can I… Continue reading

  • The Wind

    The wind, I think, is peace. The breath of the earth. The song of the trees. And we will bathe in her softness, today, and every day. The wind, I think, rolls all days into one. May she catch us… Continue reading

  • Soul

    I had to write. With my heart open wide and my energy flowing, I had to write because writing is what my soul does when it needs to breathe. My soul needs to breathe. I stood beneath a tree in… Continue reading

  • Little Koala Arms

    Such adorable little roots. And no one is more surprised than I am that my plant journey has taken me this way. It was just the way of the wind and so I flew there, in a great big gust… Continue reading

  • The Ocean

    It never ceases to amaze, the ocean of life; how wide it must be. If I can see but one river from this, my dainty hill. One glimpse of time, one slice of space, what else must the ocean be? Continue reading

  • Flowers

    The flowers opened with the rooster’s crow and closed as the sun went down. Everyone called them weeds, and that’s what they were if you were someone other than me. Whatever their name, they woke and fell asleep with the… Continue reading

  • Octopus Mum

    I just fell in love with an octopus. It was an octopus mum, to be specific, a mum just like me. And my mum, and yours, and his mum and hers. I wouldn’t say it was the octopus herself I… Continue reading

  • It’s Love

    Perhaps I am here to write. But at the core of that, at the core of my words, at the core of my message…I’m here to love. I always have been, and it’s more clear to me now that I’m… Continue reading

  • The Very Same Breath

    But surely you know the earth still breathes the very same breath. The very same breath. And surely you know we earthlings do breathe the very same breath. The very same breath. Continue reading