Peace

  • And So We Rise

    And so we rise. And so we gather all hope and find our way to peace again. We think we have broken, we think we have lost our way. Such beauty lies beyond that which we call failure. Such strength… Continue reading

  • The End Of The Day

    I gave my soul to the garden. I gave her my heart, I gave her my dreams. And now, I am weary. So weary, I am nothing more than this. But how beautiful it feels to have come. To have… Continue reading

  • Peaches In The Darling Sun

    It’s my birthday, today. And because the sun is so beautifully shining on my world, I’ve decided it’s time. Time to shine the sun outwards, once again. The world surely needs some sunshine, right now. And so it is that,… Continue reading

  • I Am Here

    I tell you this, dear present sun. Let you shine upon my days so I might see the light upon every web. Might every moment glimmer with rainbow shine at the very hint of forgetfulness. For I am here to… Continue reading

  • The Soft Girl Again

    It’s hard to tell what brings me back to the Soft Girl. She’s certainly not always around, especially not these days of nappies and loudness and putting out the emotional spot fires of small children. But today she came back.… Continue reading

  • Free

    To know the soft skin of my own truth as it peers upon the fears of others. I catch their fear, I hold it. I catch their fear I love it well. And my truth whispers: of this ache, my… Continue reading

  • I Am This

    I have decided there is a way life should be, a way I should be. As a woman. As a mum. As a fictional character plucked perfectly from the sky of humanity. And I run and I run and I… Continue reading

  • For Peace

    No. Nothing is more important than peace. Not to me. Me who has faced the wicked fire of others. Me who has held my own heart and felt it break in my hands. I have broken, but I am not… Continue reading

  • Culture

    Sometimes I wish I had been born of another culture, a culture of eyes wide open, a culture of hearts wide open. They say to resist ‘what is’ is to cause your own suffering. Am I suffering? No. But I… Continue reading

  • Is This The Way The World Was Meant To be?

    I’ve changed. My goodness I’ve changed. And although the change has been gradual, I am living a version of my internal life I have never lived before. It all has to do with my heart, and maybe (probably, absolutely) hormones.… Continue reading