The universe

  • Freud

    I’m about to sit down and snuggle with one of my Christmas presents. It is a book by Sigmund Freud called ‘The Interpretation of Dreams.’ I’d imagine it will hand me another key to my perception of reality, which I’m… Continue reading

  • 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

  • Ugly, Horrible, Beautiful

    Through pain, love and connection can be found. Through misstep, the sweet path forward can be carved and tread. I remind myself, often, that mistakes are beautiful. Contrast to what is ‘right’ brings truth to those who allow themselves to… Continue reading

  • The Ocean

    It never ceases to amaze, the ocean of life; how wide it must be. If I can see but one river from this, my dainty hill. One glimpse of time, one slice of space, what else must the ocean be? 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

  • 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

  • Magical Questions

    Where do thoughts go once we have thought them? Where does the wind go once the storm has passed? And why do so few wonder about life, why do they not ask more magical questions? Like where do thoughts go?… Continue reading

  • The Web

    It is beautiful, I think, to be a very small thread on the web of it all. Continue reading

  • Meant To Be

    The great news is this. If I am here, there is nowhere else I’m meant to be. Continue reading

  • Darling Day 22. Eternity

    Darling is how I feel eternity, soft in its gentle, drifting wind. Their unspoken words ask me how I know them so well— how I can feel the softness of them— and I don’t know what to tell them, but… Continue reading