Peace

  • 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

  • Bird Song

    When I am the pure song of the bird, I am limitless. The wind may bend my tune, at times, but I soar, above, beyond, eternal. How sweet it must be to remain pure bird song. I, for now, must… Continue reading

  • Rolling

    It is how I am today. This darling tumble weed, rolling slowly down the precious hill they call life. I no longer search for a deeper wind, to roll faster or better… than what? I simply roll, and sigh, and… Continue reading

  • Rain

    I wish only to walk in the rain. As life thunders around me imperfection after imperfection (often mine) I wish for peace. And I wish to walk in the rain. Continue reading

  • Coming back

    I must come back. Back home, once again to the depths. To find a home in the world and beneath it, in the deep, where I belong, and do not belong. I must find home in both the deep and… Continue reading

  • Choosing Peace

    It is a beautiful fall of rain, and I am soothed. There is aching in the world. Noises I cannot escape from. Truths being loudly and violently declared. And yet here I am, a witness to it all. Choosing peace… Continue reading