Spiritual journey

  • 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

  • Another Day in The Fruit Bowl

    There is no doubt about it. A pineapple is, and always will be, a pineapple. It does not look like a peach. It does not feel like a peach, or taste like a peach. If you want a peach, pick… Continue reading

  • Fragile Beautiful

    The same pattern repeated itself over and over, in various ways. And with each new scenario of social anxiety, a sense of unconscious shame was born and continued to grow. I should have been able to call my friends without worrying… 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

  • Be A Flower

    Have you noticed how flowers open in groups? How certain flowers within the group open first, followed closely by a new lot that, for whatever reason, begin to grow and change at a different time. But always they open as… Continue reading

  • Rushing Lightness

    I’ve been melting into music today. Or music has been melting into me, it’s really hard to say what’s happening exactly. It’s the most beautiful feeling, though, the way music occasionally moves through me like the wind. I say occasionally… Continue reading

  • Roar

    I love you. But I love myself more. And if my quiet rises above my roar once again, I shall find it where it always has been. Waiting among the willows of my soul. Continue reading

  • A Letter From The Soft Girl

    Dear Brooke, I’m well, thank you for asking. Yes, I do believe you are perfectly capable of anything you choose to do in this life. It’s okay it took you a while to figure that out. You were meant to… Continue reading

  • 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