Transformation

  • Just A Game

    Is it worth these precious breaths? This fight, this blame, this game? Is it really so important? People die (people who are loved) and still we take for granted life. And we fight, and we blame in this game. It’s… Continue reading

  • Cherry Sky

    The cherry sky was never meant to stay, however beautiful. Continue reading

  • Connection

    But if I was always happy how would I know the absolute beauty of real human connection. And how would I discover the strength I have inside. Continue reading

  • All That I Am

    Today, I begin the school of life again. I hold my own hand, soft and unsure, as I stand at the gates of the unknown. I am afraid. I am also deep within the stillness of unafraid— the beautiful tendril… Continue reading

  • A Strange Sort of Beautiful

    It’s a strange sort of beautiful, this life. I’ve followed the breadcrumbs, even the ones I knew would blow up my world. (They blew it up: into a million pieces of possibility. Beautiful possibility, for everyone around me.) I have been… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 15. Golden Fields

    This heart whispers to the fragile night of the soul. The darling buds, once closed, now reach with delicate fingers to the soft of a brand new sun. Light the way, dear sun. Release the petals still stuck in place.… Continue reading

  • A Better Day

    There’s a hurricane in your pain. It whirls around my body as I feel you; all the moments that sliced you open and exposed the parts of your soul you’ve tried so hard to forget. I see you, and I… Continue reading

  • Shifting Seas

    Follow my blog with Bloglovin My beautiful bloggy friends, I’m moving things around a little bit in my world, as most of you are already painfully aware. I am both sorry that you’ve all been the recipients of such upheaval,… Continue reading

  • The Memory (trigger warning: some mildly graphic content)

    The memory was of a young girl me, walking home from school with my Mum. We’d taken a detour to the supermarket. The familiar supermarket— that was very much like my second home—felt odd. There was a heaviness in the… Continue reading

  • Sad and Beautiful

    There was something sad and beautiful about the way she held her head high. Continue reading