Soul

  • Lovely

    Oh. But you are lovely. I assure you. Quite lovely. Continue reading

  • Just Watch Me

    Fear? she said, feeling the fire of a soul ready to be heard. I dare you. Just watch me. Continue reading

  • Awakening

    Take me to the river and breathe me into the wind. I am born of a place deep. Deep within the waters of you. I am waiting. I will wait until the whisper unfolds you, awakening your starving heart from… Continue reading

  • Keeping The Soft Girl

    I had an epiphany today. The soft girl. She’s found the place she remembers, the place she knows she’ll never leave again. Not for any job, not for any man. Not for any worldly fear that really wasn’t hers to… Continue reading

  • In Spite Of It All

    Beautiful girl. Up you get and off you go. Run when you can. Walk when you need. And love. Love always and ever after. In spite of it all. Continue reading

  • Soul Skating

    I attacked the garden today. Actually, as usually happens, the garden attacked me—but my goodness I enjoyed the time out there with all that green and lovely stuff. Until about thirteen seconds ago, this post was going to be about… Continue reading

  • Beauty

    Beauty is the home that fills my soul like a glorious day. Come to me, sweet beauty. Bring me your Sun. Let me feel your tender fingers sweep through my waiting soul. Continue reading

  • Goodnight

    It has been a day and a half. I am so in love with my beautiful children. So in love with my family and the friends that fill my soul with everything it needs. I’m in love with the gentle… Continue reading

  • Living In The Now

    I just found a letter from an ex-boyfriend, tucked away in a little box covered in cartoon reindeers dressed as christmas elves. My goodness. Isn’t it the most amazing thing— to find little pieces of the past that take you… Continue reading

  • Return Of The Soft Girl

    The Soft Girl returned for a few moments, yesterday. My soul. My essence. My flow. She found me in the car as I drove home from a busy day of moving from one house to another. She wasn’t with me… Continue reading