Spiritual journey

  • 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

  • The Truest Love

    Loving others broke her. Loving herself fixed her. And then there was magic. Pure, delicious magic. Photo 1 Credit: Tess Emily Seymour on Pexels. Photo 2 Credit: Melissa on Pexels. Photo 3 credit:Negative space on Pexels Continue reading

  • Some Kind of Magic

    It’s some kind of magic that you and you and you will read these words and think and feel and be something different than you were before you read them. Continue reading

  • Let Them Be

    I do this thing where I try to ‘fix’ the people I love. When they are sad. When they are confused. When they are in pain. I do this because when the people who feel like ‘joy’ to me suddenly… Continue reading

  • Peace

    On the fourth day of Christmas my soul took me back to the river. Same river. Different tree. The feeling was the same, though. The feeling of the river washing all the sharp bits out of me. Making me soft… Continue reading

  • When Life Was Beautiful

    It’s the third day of Christmas. And here I am sitting under the shade of a barky tree, listening to the river, counting my blessings as they float on by. What is this beautiful life? What is this warm breeze… Continue reading

  • My Honeypot

    Today I will find a honeypot and I will fill it to overflowing with all the love my heart has found within my soul.     Continue reading

  • A Way With Words

    It’s quite certain that when a person says to another person: ‘You have a way with words’, it’s not the words themselves that made the impact. It’s the heart they fell out of, and the way the heart coloured the… Continue reading