Peace

  • Darling Day 4. I Love You Anyway

    Darling is the choice to say My love, I love you anyway. Continue reading

  • Darling Day 3. Beautiful.

    Darling is a beautiful word. It sounds like a hummingbird bird, hovering sweetly in her field. It feels like a little bell that rings away the muck of a muddy day. There are words that I know. And there are… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 1: Darling Is Life

    Darling is the grace of every whispered, ‘You’re beautiful.’ You melt my soul with those words. Every shimmer of my soul, you melt it. Darling are the minutes next to the moments that I sit alone and realise…I’m happy. Happy… Continue reading

  • How To Achieve Peace

    I tend to think that the root of all war starts with the individual. More specifically, the constant fights (and wholehearted agreements) we have—umm, with ourselves— about how good or bad, or right or wrong we are in relation to… Continue reading

  • This Little River

    This little river. This little boat. I never could have imagined this peaceful place in the shade of Autumn and her beautiful, falling colours. Shall I meet you at the rivers edge? Might we sit a while, watching the ducks… Continue reading

  • Lonely Soul

    I choose a day of wonder of shine of love. I choose a day beyond the never ending notion that I belong at the heals of another. I choose myself, now. I choose the people who care for my heart… Continue reading

  • Love

    Melt me in an ache so sweet, until my body craves the unspoken moments of you. Lift me into an orange sky at river time. Keep me in arms that hold me without bars. Feel forever ending beside me, within… Continue reading

  • Dear Heart

    Dear heart, thank you. For singing to me the beauty of my soul. And having me believe every sweet sound of it. Continue reading

  • She Just Is

    Beautiful little flower. Her petals close upon the darkening sky and she sleeps, opening again to the morning sun. Searing heat tortures her softness. Storms tear at her fragile frame. Yet she keeps waking, opening. Closing, sleeping. She does not… Continue reading

  • Crisp

    Oh, this clean crisp river that flows through the depths of me. Continue reading