Spirit

  • The Key

    Never let go of the key once it finds you. The key will whisper the wind into you. It will connect you to the invisible strands of life that make music you and that make you music. The key will… 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

  • What Does The Soul Say?

    It’s best to listen to the soul the first time it speaks. It will never stop speaking—not ever—until you listen and do what it says. The soul speaks in many languages, starting with the soft and ending with the hard.… Continue reading

  • Embracing The Woo Woo

    Today, the energy of the earth feels like a dense, dark chocolate cake. They say it’s because Mercury is in retrograde and the moon is doing all sorts of eclipsing and the like, so things are probably going to feel… 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

  • Conversations With A Soul

    My soul spoke to me today. It told me a story about the heartaches I choose to hide from. Hiding is much easier than seeking, wouldn’t you say, on account of all the wrong turns made on the way to… Continue reading

  • Treasure

    I drift into life unknown, touching each day with the tips of my fingers and finding the treasure inside the treasure I’ve already found. Continue reading

  • Wild

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

  • Once Upon A Lifetime Past

    I couldn’t tell you how old I was. Seven or eight, maybe. However old I was, though, I was old enough to know what I believed. And what I absolutely did not believe was that my Mum had been killed… Continue reading