Sun

  • As She Will

    The sun is one but never can shine as one. Her rays will splay, and always touch the world (in slices) as they do. How they splay is a question for each new moment. Who they will touch, and in… Continue reading

  • Heaven

    Heaven is the delicate slice of sun on dry cracked soil. Continue reading

  • The Bright and Shiny Day

    Pass me my joy pots, and I will splash all the world with a bright and shiny day.   Continue reading

  • The Sun Chair

    It’s Saturday morning and I’m lazing in the sun chair. I always make my way back to this place, this little corner of my world that feeds me so beautifully to the sun. It’s a place for just ‘being’, this… Continue reading

  • The Night

    Sometimes, the night wakes me. When the night wakes me I lie in bed and march through life in my mind, smiling at all the lovely things, frowning at all the things I wish the day had kept to itself.… Continue reading

  • Smile Me A Love Song

    I live for days where the smile that lives in my heart warms me like the sun and sings me like the love song I was always meant to be. Continue reading