Spiritual journey

  • In The Gentle Woods

    It is the depths that call me here. It is the silence and the bells of yesterdays wish. Let there be now. Let there be this walk alone in the gentle woods. Continue reading

  • Scars

    The scars of life run so very deep. It’s hard to remember them, hard to sit with that pain. The moments of quiet are beautiful, though, and moments of love revisited are to be cherished. How beautiful true love feels… Continue reading

  • Empty

    I open my heart and close my eyes. And I am just me. Just me in this silent night. Let me be empty. Continue reading

  • Careless Life

    Do not touch this softness. I see you angrily tearing at her bones, leave her be. Dear sweet, peaceful girl. For she must rest, she is weary, must rest, she has been battered and bruised by the tentacles of careless,… Continue reading

  • The Rose

    Even the most darling rose is a work in progress. Be the rose. How beautiful that she will show you the way to freedom. Continue reading

  • Moon Unconditional

    ‘Sun?’ ‘Yes, Moon?’ said Sun as he fell into the evening sky. ‘I shine every night. I brighten the humans’ world. Why do they not love me?’ ‘Moon?’ ‘Yes, Sun?’ ‘You have a chip in your tooth.’ ‘Do I?! Oh,… Continue reading

  • Free

    To know the soft skin of my own truth as it peers upon the fears of others. I catch their fear, I hold it. I catch their fear I love it well. And my truth whispers: of this ache, my… Continue reading

  • I Am This

    I have decided there is a way life should be, a way I should be. As a woman. As a mum. As a fictional character plucked perfectly from the sky of humanity. And I run and I run and I… Continue reading

  • For Peace

    No. Nothing is more important than peace. Not to me. Me who has faced the wicked fire of others. Me who has held my own heart and felt it break in my hands. I have broken, but I am not… Continue reading

  • Call Me Shakespeare

    Oh! Has this truth been truly seen! But a glimpse into a floating sea of strange reality, but a knowing truer than true can be! Who is Shakespeare? That terrible, desperate soul, falling, falling, landing evermore in the stories of… Continue reading