Self Love

  • It Was The Book That Changed Me. Now, I Don’t Know How to Feel.

    I was transfixed, sitting inside the magical world it had taken me to. My teacher had read it perfectly, every line was an invitation, every word was so beautiful I could have listened to her all day. The book was… 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

  • 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

  • My Heart

    My heart has been closed, and so I have been away from this place. I’ve been well aware of my differences in the world, well aware of the sorrow within the walls of lace and sun that I call ‘me’.… Continue reading

  • Deep Ones

    I choose this kind love. These stars in the trees beyond the river’s glowing fog. This heaven that slips through the layers of my humanity. Life is precious to the whispering deep ones. Continue reading

  • Beautiful

    But isn’t it entirely beautiful to be you. Continue reading

  • Let It Become

    It is a softness that wanders the fields with me. Everywhere I go, it is there, sending me off on my uncertain way. Sometimes, I feel like a small bird, left to battle the raging storms of life. I do… Continue reading

  • As You Are

    There is no need to be fearful of the ‘not enough’. Of the too different to fit in, to be chosen. You are who you are, and you will rise as you will rise. Take care and wander with head… Continue reading

  • Heavy

    I am a child of the wind. My bare skin knows the beauty of this life, and yet, within these soft walls, I am bare. How heavy it is to hold this uncertain hand of mine. Sometimes. Continue reading

  • A Little While

    There is silence where the gaps are. Weeping holes in a persons soul, for life, or just, perhaps, for a little while. Continue reading