Soul

  • I Am A Dreamer

    I am a dreamer in every way, and I know I’ll find my way back home. Continue reading

  • Changes

    I took another sneaky day away from here, yesterday. I was busy ‘processing’ some soul questions and spilling the watery leftovers out my eyes. It’s an ugly blubbering kind of thing that happens when I cry, although I like my Step… Continue reading

  • The Sad of Life

    There’s a sad drooping in the air today. A deep sad, thick among the fog of all things left unsaid. It floats in the river and I catch it in my cup, most unwillingly— oddly enthusiastically. Tomorrow, I will place… Continue reading

  • Who Am I

    In the books. In the sky. In the wind, in the trees. In the music. I look, and I listen and I ask: Who am I? And am I a big kid yet?               Continue reading

  • Musical Trees

    I wonder if this tree can feel the music that plays into my ears, and through my soul. As my hand touches the smooth of her grey, I let the music sing up her spine, until I can feel her… Continue reading

  • In The Silence

    Here I sit in this patch of sun, beneath this naked tree, only me. I ask my heart to hush so that I might hear the birds. But just as soon as my heart goes quiet… so do the birds.… Continue reading

  • Wild

    The wild in me craves the touch of the wild out there. Continue reading

  • Find Your Magic

    Go on. Find your magic. Continue reading

  • Wings

    My wings are quivering. Ready to fly into the waiting arms of Neverland. Continue reading

  • Butterfly Catcher

    I was born to be a catcher of butterflies. Pass me my net and I will show you the joy and the wonder that lay sleeping in your bones. Continue reading