Nature

  • Magic

    It’s time to believe in magic. Continue reading

  • Peace

    On the fourth day of Christmas my soul took me back to the river. Same river. Different tree. The feeling was the same, though. The feeling of the river washing all the sharp bits out of me. Making me soft… Continue reading

  • When Life Was Beautiful

    It’s the third day of Christmas. And here I am sitting under the shade of a barky tree, listening to the river, counting my blessings as they float on by. What is this beautiful life? What is this warm breeze… Continue reading

  • When The Soul Wakes

    The world didn’t suddenly become more beautiful. Her soul woke up. And finally she saw everything. Continue reading

  • The Story Of a Soul

    Sometimes my soul hangs off me in strips. It makes me think of the bark that peels from fat-trunked trees; old layers tearing off in shards— like maybe the tree might be crying. So that’s what a sad soul looks… Continue reading

  • Let’s Do This

    I thought I’d be pooped by now; fifteen k’s into a thirty k walk. But though my feet are sore, and blisters are starting to gift my toes little pops of ‘ouch’ every now and then… All I’m thinking is:… Continue reading

  • The Sky

    I look up and there it is. The sky. Just like before. Just like all my other days. And though it seems like nothing much has changed… Everything is different. Because now… I can finally see the sky. Oh, heavens,… Continue reading

  • Riding In Trains With Girls

    Australia is out the window and I’m feeling every bit of it. The wobble of a train-shaken gut, the blur of gum trees and their naked cousins—every element of this three-hour train ride seems to be working together, whipping me into… Continue reading

  • The Gift of Bother

    Last week I was car-less. Imagine. A young Mum with things to do. Places to go. Objects to move from one place to another. Small children to move from one place… To another. What a bother. And then it struck… Continue reading