Self Love

  • The Eyes Of Others

    She is the golden skin by lamplight. She is not the beauty they see in her face, her eyes, her hair. She is glorious alone. Without the eyes of others. Continue reading

  • To Live

    The wind will call and you will know. And it won’t tell you why, and it won’t tell you what but you will follow blindly, hopefully, until the sun peaks ’round the bend and the horizon dazzles in ways far… Continue reading

  • Creative, Loving,Life

    I’m very aware of the rich soil of this place. How I am peeking through the soft earth, unravelling beautifully. How I am fully becoming myself. Over these past few weeks, I’ve been allowing myself to be as I am,… Continue reading

  • Life Is For Living

    Life is for living. It’s a lovely sentiment, isn’t it? Lovely. And vague. Because what, exactly, is living? I turned thirty-eight this year, and I’m still fine tuning what living means to me. I imagine I always will be. Ever… Continue reading

  • Only And Always

    The wind cannot be caught. It cannot be moulded to perfection, scraped and gutted and made to be something other than what it is. The wind is only, and always, the wind. And you are only and always you. Flow… Continue reading

  • I See Me

    The soft girl whispers in my ear. I drift each cushion to the foot of the bed and carefully place it off to the side, as if it were made of precious, gold leaf. I peel back the doona; the… Continue reading

  • Soft

    It’s funny. To think of the damage caused by cultural norms and stereotypes. Of course, there are the absolutely beautiful cultural narratives out there. Those that cherish and honour human life by holding it, by respecting it so beautifully that… Continue reading

  • Like I am

    Deep within my heart there is a river, raging on. And I ask this river to be careful. ‘I am fragile,’ I say, on the softest breath. ‘Sway me, always, never to rush me, never demand. Hold me carefully, river.… Continue reading

  • Cookie

    Wondering about that second cookie. It exists, should I eat it? If I eat it, it will still be all it was before I gobbled it down. New shape. Different texture. Same ingredients, same everything else. Should I eat the… Continue reading

  • The Wind

    Oh, but darling. The wind will take you, anyway. Ain’t no fighting the wind, darling. Ain’t no fighting the wind. Continue reading