Spirituality

  • 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

  • The Brightest Angel

    The brightest Angel slides on her spectacles, and smiles. It’s the painting of us that she loves the most. She soaks the brush tip once more: crystal blue and white, and she paints until her miracle is perfect. Continue reading

  • The Stars Inside

    The human might do well to remember that the body is an instrument which can only be played perfectly by the stars that live inside of it.     Continue reading

  • Everything I need

    I close my eyes to the world and then there is only me. When there is only me I can feel. I can see. I can know everything I need to know. And when I need to know more— I close… Continue reading

  • May

    It was May when it happened. The change in me, the one that planted little wing sprouts in my shoulders and dared me to fly into the sun. It was last May, do you remember it? The darling blog of… Continue reading

  • Home Is Where The Heart Is

    My heart lives inside of me. Dearest, home. I’m sorry it took me so long to find you.     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

  • The Year of Us

    When I write my words, when I set them free in this little bloggy land of mine— the one where you’ve come to meet me, now—I become a better version of me. I can feel it. I can feel the… 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