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  • Fathers

    It started with the Fathers of the Fathers. Each ache, each man left broken by the one who came before him: not his fault, that pain, continued. But an unwanted gift, often unseen, too often delivered. It must now be… Continue reading

  • Bravery

    Bravery is born on the tender tears of loss and disappointment. Keep stepping. You are so loved. Continue reading

  • Bright New Day

    I send my heart to those in pain. Let me sit beside you in the dark. Let me remind you: darkness is the ship to a bright new day. Continue reading

  • The Absolute Truth

    I know the words I’ve spoken are true; they have been wider and further than the ordinary kind. Those words of the heart that stretch across souls, here they are: truth sending forth her deepest moan. The absolute truth is… Continue reading

  • War And The Horrible Beautiful

    The horrible beautiful: it is the ache our soul knows and understands as our connected truth. What could be beautiful about war, you might ask? I ask the same question myself, every single day. It is beyond painful what is… Continue reading

  • A Simple Wish

    I open my soul again and again. Has my heart been heard this time? So quietly it speaks for fear of breaking. Hear me, please. I may not carry the right words, always. But my heart is pure, my wish… Continue reading

  • I Will HoldYou

    I will hold your ache in loving arms. I will be the faith you have lost in the world. I will shine a light on your breaking heart, that you may hand stitch the truth into the fabric of your… Continue reading

  • Thank You

    I was in tears this morning, bouncing on my fit ball in front of the TV at my new favourite time of day (4AM). I was watching the world news. Small children were being handed over a fence to soldiers… Continue reading

  • Rainbow

    In my softness I hold this gift, for you. A small slice of home, and a tiny sun to shine only on you, sweet friend. This rain will pass, it will pass on through the air. And in your eyes… Continue reading

  • 14 Days

    It has been fourteen days and the wind has brought me here. What happened was quite accidental (but then, is anything ever accidental in the universe?) Rather than my plan expiring as I thought it was going to (for reasons… Continue reading