Peace

  • The Exhaustion of Perfect

    There is a sense of pride. To see my flaws, and to work carefully and diligently to eliminate them. And then I gaze into the sky. The perfect sway of gum leaves overhead, and I know she isn’t trying. The… Continue reading

  • Just Being Home

    I write because it feels like home. I suppose that’s why I do all the creative things that I do; drawing, singing, painting. It all softens me and brings me comfort, and in this buzzing world, softness and comfort are… Continue reading

  • The Enlightenment of Sun and Moon

    Moon wandered along the river bank, picking up stars and tossing them into the current as it whooshed by. She had sat a long time by the river. Thinking about thinking, which she knew was a very silly thing to… Continue reading

  • Good

    I’ve been doing the dishes by candlelight, not because it’s dark, but because the candles make me feel something. Our dishwasher is broken, and I’m amazed to say I’m pleased. The candles take me home. The swirling of soapy water… Continue reading

  • Just As I Am

    I’d like to say I’ve landed elegantly on the other side of Kid Lit Vic, but it’s not so much like that for a fluid soul, like me. There have been tears, and there will be more. I couldn’t be… Continue reading

  • 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