Spiritual growth

  • What It’s Like To Feel The Wind

    I had a big cry yesterday and it was all the lovely things. It felt like the rain releasing the pain of the sky— except it wasn’t the sky’s pain that was calling. It was mine. What a gift they… Continue reading

  • To The Moon

    I am brave. And I am beautiful. And I will not waver in my belief that I am capable of making it to the moon. And back. Or just to the moon. Maybe. Continue reading

  • The Sunflower

    She was the Sunflower spending her days among lions, wondering why she couldn’t roar like them. Now she understands. Sunflowers don’t roar. They raise their heads to the breeze. And they shine. Continue reading

  • Love Will Find You

    But darling. Love will find you. With that very same wind that blew your wish away. Continue reading

  • Harmony

    Dark into light. Day into night. The contrasts of a woman swirl within the delicate human picture frame of me. And I wonder if day and night will ever find each other in perfect harmony within. Continue reading

  • Miraculous

    It’s a truly miraculous thing, when a soul steps in to announce its presence. When the slideshow of broken memories roll in and out, and the wounded little girl meets her second chance to shine. Continue reading

  • Life

    She sat under the moon, folded in the quiet of night. The questions rolling down her cheeks were warm, and yet they were so so cold. And achingly unanswered. There was only surrender in that moment. Only a slice of… 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

  • Season’s End

    It was a season kissed with pastel colours and peach-scented days. But even the most beautiful seasons come to an end. Permission to breathe, sweet human-flower. Permission to fall and rise again. Continue reading

  • The Little Peg Bucket Of Possibilities

    In the early hours of this morning, the universe woke me from a dream. The details of the dream elude me now, but the message was a whack over the head that I’m unlikely to forget for a very long… Continue reading