Sorrow

  • The Moment Divine

    A brief note before my story begins. A note to the mothers, a note to the fathers. To those who have birthed live children, and those whose young ones were taken too soon. This story— my story, our story—may be… Continue reading

  • Forgiven

    And when she aches she will know a world beyond herself. Where thunder becomes her; a raging fire, waiting to be. How is this small softness so wide with grief beyond the day! How is this smile, so often true,… Continue reading

  • Forever Home

    Sorrow is quiet and soft. How strange, that during the saddest times, the quiet is the loudest voice of all. Tonight, I send my voice into the stillness. To honour the love and the sorrow that lingers when we lose… Continue reading

  • Rainbow

    In my softness I hold this gift, for you. A small slice of home, and a tiny sun to shine only on you, sweet friend. This rain will pass, it will pass on through the air. And in your eyes… Continue reading

  • Changing Seasons, Finding Home

    We had small children. Three and six years old: button noses, tiny hands. When my husband and I separated, we needed to because that was the next and only step we knew how to take. We’d forgotten how to breathe… Continue reading

  • Together, Alone

    In the lonely hours they cry for their humanity. For the lost past, for the uncertain present they wander lost. Together, alone. Continue reading

  • Goodbye

    No one would have seen it coming, least of all me. His death was inevitable: that part we all knew was coming. But no one would have foreseen my reaction to it. Not the way it happened, not the way… 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

  • Escaping

    I never did stop escaping. A sensitive little girl, a face and a voice unkind: I escaped. I never did stop escaping. * I am safe and loved in this place in the sky. I am safe. And I am… 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