Sadness

  • Beneath The Sad Moon

    What is this softness that takes my heart dancing beneath the sad moon? When aching life pours from the sky, and my heart cries to be heard for once without question. Will I listen? No. I will hear, but I… Continue reading

  • Stay

    Stay. Listen to this quiet wind and know: this too shall pass. Stay. Hush. Hush. Stay. Tomorrow, we begin again. ☀️ Mental health is a very important issue at this time, and precious human lives are the sweetest thing. Including… Continue reading

  • Reality

    Reality strikes hard, sometimes. The pain. The pain of others: it tears me to the bone. The delicacy of life, its precious petals. It all aches within this lithe human frame of mine. Cold impermanence. Startling truth. Fragile life. Sometimes… Continue reading

  • Some Days I Fall

    Some days I fall. I’m not a good mum. I’m not a good human. I’m not a good me, on those days I fall. It’s not a consolation to know that I do not fall alone. That humanity itself is… Continue reading

  • A Quiet Day

    Today my heart is quiet. And it knows deeply that it has lived. Continue reading

  • Dance

    I bounded out of bed. No, really, I bounded out of bed and bounced around my room, arms and legs flailing— a sort of contemporary dance concoction that would have won me the award for the most daggy morning-human, ever.… Continue reading

  • Connection

    But if I was always happy how would I know the absolute beauty of real human connection. And how would I discover the strength I have inside. Continue reading

  • Rainy Days

    Rainy days, come find me sweet. Spill your goodness into the arms of the day, until the sun shines on the fields once more. Continue reading

  • The Day The Sun Died

    The ocean was alive the day the sun died. Nobody saw its white beauty. Nobody felt the cool of its break on their skin. Eerie silence rose into the sky the day the sun died. Pain instead of joy, broken… Continue reading

  • Diamonds and Stones

    My next life lesson will be to blow through days of stone, and understand that days of stone do not indicate a whole life of stone. Still there are diamond days. Always there will be both. And never am I… Continue reading