Peace

  • A New Chapter and What Comes Next

    I’ve written once a day for a month. It’s been so, so lovely to have this place back in my life, again. To have you all back in my life, again. It feels different. Good different, but different all the… Continue reading

  • Writing

    I’ve loved writing everyday, again. Falling into the softness of me. I think I’ve loved it because it’s made me stay. Stay as this flow that I am, this…whatever it is that I am. I’m tired, tonight, so this will… Continue reading

  • Exploring Personal Growth Through My Yoga Practice

    It’s been a season of stretching. Not stretching in the physical sense, although yoga brings me that opportunity, often. I mean, emotionally and spiritually. I’m softening and maybe accepting myself a little more. It feels really nice to say that.… Continue reading

  • Death. And Life.

    The balloons lifted into the sky, and as they floated higher and higher: I met my humanity. We were in the final year of high school, and we’d just lost a friend to a sudden and unexpected brain aneurysm. The… Continue reading

  • Healing from Relational Trauma

    I was lying in a pool of sweat when it happened. Flat on my back, at the end of a Hot Yoga session that had just showed my muscles they could do hard things. As I lay still, eyes closed,… Continue reading

  • The Journey to Self: Discovering What Home Means

    I tried to say goodbye. To start something new, in a place just a little different to here. I tried on new words, I tried to place myself in a box, neat and tidy with a bow. But each time… Continue reading

  • Merry Christmas

    To my dear, dear bloggy friends. Merry Christmas to you. I’m so grateful for you all. Thank you for understanding my need to come and go with the seasons. I wish only to bring you the essence of me, which… Continue reading

  • Beautiful

    It is beautiful in here. So beautiful in my little room, orange lit and warm. Home, a precious space of safety. It is this perfection that slows life down. A perfection that has my eyes slowly moving from cushions laid… Continue reading

  • The River and Me

    The river became me. Doesn’t everyone feel the river like a pure cold balm? Perfect in essence. Sure in flow. I am I. But I know the river deeper because… I am Autistic. I am different in the way I… Continue reading

  • Stay Home

    The soft hum of an opening heart. Barely a whisper. Barely a moment of life unfiltered, but enough. Closed eyes, whisper. Come home. Stay home. Continue reading