Nature

  • The Soft Girl Again

    The soft girl spoke to me again. She was quick, as usual, so quick I almost didn’t notice she’d come. But I caught her. Yes! And when I did, she spoke to me in moving pictures and silhouettes: a projected future scene,… Continue reading

  • The Sun Is Waiting

    I’m terribly sorry, but I can’t stay. I have plans to sit on the grass and breathe. The sun is waiting.     Continue reading

  • Rainy Days

    The Sun once told me not to run from the rain. It told me to seek it. To cherish it. To never forget that, without the rain, beauty misses out on its chance to grow. Now, when the rain comes, I get my coat.… Continue reading

  • The Skin Of A Woman

    I am a child of the water. And I float in all the whispers of me. When the wind catches on my bones, shaking me into fright, the earth holds me until I am calm. Until I am delicate and… Continue reading

  • Fairies

    Life is too short to dismiss the possibility of fairies. I’ve never seen one. And the imposter within me doesn’t even believe. But I’ll never stop looking. I’ll never stop pestering my children to look. And when we find such… Continue reading

  • The River of Dreams

    There will always be a river, waiting, waiting for me. And I will lay me down on her sandy banks, bathing in the softness of me, dreaming all the dreams of this heart-shaped life of mine. There will always be… Continue reading

  • Autumn

    I’m lounging in the sun chair, peering into the Autumn. The window’s grown cold, just like everything else around here that once was warm. It’s like we’re in a corridor. At one end: summer. At this end: winter. Maybe we’ll… 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

  • Wings

    My wings are quivering. Ready to fly into the waiting arms of Neverland. 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