Soul Food

  • The Next Step

    I have spent so much time searching for the next step, and yet the next step has always been taken. With no need to search. Continue reading

  • The Deep Of Me

    You may name it what you will. But the ocean will always smell like what is beneath the name. It will always look like what is beneath the name. And it will always feel like my very own soul, (the… Continue reading

  • Lovely

    Good morning, sun. And river. Flowers and trees. Happy day to you, wind, and the bird song you sweep over mountains. (Good morning, birds, and mountains, too.) I will let you be, this day of life. I will let you… Continue reading

  • Dear Sweet Music

    The heavens sing like golden strings around my soul. Here I am, sweet song. Take this heart with your melody, dear. It is yours to open, it is yours to sing to life beyond the ordinary day. Take it. Take… 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

  • How Is A Rose To Grow?

    A rose to meet the morning bright, to grow in cheer, to gather life. Yet day to day the rose does wither, day to day the rose does wither, lost beneath the foggy dreary. Lost. Beneath. How is a rose… Continue reading

  • The Sound Of Night

    My body is alive with the sound of night. How I hunger for this bliss. How the melody of a simple tune makes love to my senses, and I am whole like the wind, like the sun, like love. Continue reading

  • Sneak Peak- Humanity

    Hello my sweet bloggy friends.❤️ Given I share so much of my creative journey with you, I thought it would be so super special to share with you my latest song writing project.☺️ (Yes- that’s my 17 year old piano.… Continue reading

  • Roast Potatoes

    It is a long painful journey. But the roast potatoes are out of this world. Continue reading

  • Those Eyes

    There is a softness between us. I gaze, but I do not see you first. I feel you, first. I know you, first, down to the bones that hold you. I would ask for a kiss, but I see it… Continue reading