Senses

  • Flowers

    They feel like my Nan, these flowers. Mauve in colour, roses in almost full bloom. I think she must be here in essence, when I feel such moments. The way people sense the world is vastly different isn’t it? Most… 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

  • Naturally A Miracle

    This body. Graceful, strong, electric. These senses unknown, awakening with every glance, every touch, every moment of this enchanting life. Explosions of light beneath the skin, and I am hooked. And waiting for the next burst of sun to explode… Continue reading