Spirituality

  • The Beautiful Things

    There are days when the wind blows my feelings in storms over the sea of life, and on these days my old friend fear rows back to me and makes himself known. Do you need me, he says, can I… Continue reading

  • Messy Life

    There is no need to be afraid of the not good enough. This weakness you perceive, this pathetic softness you scold yourself for compared to she who declares herself strong. Close your eyes. Breathe and know this. You are perfection… Continue reading

  • Peaches In The Darling Sun

    It’s my birthday, today. And because the sun is so beautifully shining on my world, I’ve decided it’s time. Time to shine the sun outwards, once again. The world surely needs some sunshine, right now. And so it is that,… Continue reading

  • The Soft Girl Again

    It’s hard to tell what brings me back to the Soft Girl. She’s certainly not always around, especially not these days of nappies and loudness and putting out the emotional spot fires of small children. But today she came back.… 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

  • Tomorrow’s Rose

    How delicate it is, the garden of eternity. Interwoven; the past, present, future of our sleepy meadow, dear. One cannot possibly know how or what the wind of today will drift to the valley of tomorrow. One can only hope… Continue reading

  • Words Are Not BIG Enough

    The room glowed orange. And LOVE. A wooden carving of the word sat against the wall in my room, opposite my meditation cushion, on top of a painting of my favourite tree (the letters light up if I really want… Continue reading

  • Twinkling Silence

    Hush. Here in the silence that lingers between each star. Close your eyes, let the sweet velvet black hold you. And you will know (you will know) that this is all you need. The twinkling silence that is you. This… Continue reading

  • All I Am

    How lovely it is to find home again. In this home I am what I am, and what I am is a river, a rock, a lion, a ballerina. What I am is all I am. All I am is… Continue reading

  • Choosing This

    I’ve always looked beyond. Always searched for the more. Sometimes I wait for the more, craving the sweet beauty of tomorrow. Other times, I wait in fear. For horrors that may, or may not come. None of it is real.… Continue reading