Nature

  • Resistance

    When the wind whispers into the bones of the trees, it is calling to say: ‘This is life as it is. And my breath will bend you the way that it does.’ Resistance is futile when you’re a tree. Continue reading

  • The Wolf

    When the moon is full they will remember: the wolf howls into the shining night. And so do they. Continue reading

  • Grey

    Shall I sing to you only of sun shiny days? I cannot. The clouds are grey over the meadow and the rain falls fat and cold upon the emerald green. I will not tell you the sun is shining. It… Continue reading

  • Sail With Me

    And surely as the river of the sky soothes me, every star of this night will sail with me home. Continue reading

  • The Day The Sun Died

    The ocean was alive the day the sun died. Nobody saw its white beauty. Nobody felt the cool of its break on their skin. Eerie silence rose into the sky the day the sun died. Pain instead of joy, broken… 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

  • Free

    Have you ever stood in an angry ocean and fought to keep your balance? Have you ever been out walking in a gale and desperately tried to continue walking in a straight line? Have you ever mowed the lawn and… Continue reading

  • She Just Is

    Beautiful little flower. Her petals close upon the darkening sky and she sleeps, opening again to the morning sun. Searing heat tortures her softness. Storms tear at her fragile frame. Yet she keeps waking, opening. Closing, sleeping. She does not… Continue reading

  • The Tide

    Just as the tide rises and falls with the song of the moon, so too must all life. How could it be any other way? This I ask myself, knowing the answer within feels sure as the moon herself. Continue reading

  • Be Still

    Be still, human darlings. Never was there a day the wind stood still. This, too, shall travel like the breath of the earth. And though this wind will bring down branches, and bend limbs into unrecognisable poses: life remains. So… Continue reading