Spirit

  • This Wind

    This wind is the beautiful melody of every precious moment we played, together. Sweet wind. Sing me again. Continue reading

  • Darling Day 25. Bliss

    This bliss, this quiet breath that holds me as I spin into the fabric of all things. This heart, this hand that reaches for the sun and pulls in close the shining pieces of a brand new darling day. Continue reading

  • Darling day 8: Milk and Honey Sunrise

    Today felt like a milk and honey sunrise. What is a milk and honey sunrise? I have no idea. But it felt an awful lot like darling to me. Continue reading

  • In-between

    I’ve just read a friend’s blog post. It’s broken me in half, completely stripped my soul bare. It was about that very raw and real human conundrum: that invisible place between here and there. That pristine place that almost exits,… Continue reading

  • The Story Of Us

    Have you noticed how life leaves clues along the way? At the time the clues are dropped, we often miss them (or at least, I do) but looking back, it’s so clear why this thing, that thing, or the other… Continue reading

  • Love You Sweetly

    Let me love you sweetly, someday love. Promise you’ll be unafraid and I will hold you in the deep, keep you wrapped in the wings of my never ending soul. Breathe. Breathe again. Your bones will not shatter on the… Continue reading

  • A Million Stars

    Fill me with your silver and I will shatter into a million stars of us. Continue reading

  • Do You See Me?

    I am here. Do you see me? All of me? You see my body, it fills you to overflowing. Slinks around the pathways of your daydreams until I am nothing but an untouchable vision of lamplight, of passion, of lust.… Continue reading

  • This Beautiful Sadness

    I’m down in the depths of me, today. It feels like sadness, but it is far more powerful than that. This beautiful sadness. It is a sadness I long for, a sadness I crave. It flows through my veins until… Continue reading

  • Hiding

    There must have been a fire like this before. The last fire… she couldn’t remember it, couldn’t remember a burn on each and every side before. Then again she had a habit of forgetting the fire like all the other… Continue reading