Unconditional love

  • Beautiful, Tonight

    I’m going to gift myself something beautiful, tonight. I’m going to gift myself time. I’ve been running on full speed, trying to be everything I can be, just in case I run out of minutes in my day. Most days,… Continue reading

  • Infinite

    Love the word is not enough. Love the feeling is infinite. Continue reading

  • Family

    I wear my heart on my sleeve. I always have, I always will. With my family here by my side on this, the great Tasmanian adventure, I’m pretty much bathing in love hearts…which is the loveliest. That’s the thing about… Continue reading

  • Rest

    Oh, dear rest. How beautiful to touch your softness, so. When I, the weary boned, have assaulted this body with your skeleton friend, exhaustion. How sweet it is, this sigh of the deep. How darling to fall to the earth… 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

  • Flowers

    The flowers opened with the rooster’s crow and closed as the sun went down. Everyone called them weeds, and that’s what they were if you were someone other than me. Whatever their name, they woke and fell asleep with the… Continue reading

  • I Am Here

    I tell you this, dear present sun. Let you shine upon my days so I might see the light upon every web. Might every moment glimmer with rainbow shine at the very hint of forgetfulness. For I am here to… Continue reading

  • For Peace

    No. Nothing is more important than peace. Not to me. Me who has faced the wicked fire of others. Me who has held my own heart and felt it break in my hands. I have broken, but I am not… Continue reading

  • Hold Me Now

    With this grace, I will hold my head high. I will look to the sun and grant it permission to fill my heart, on this day, as with any other day. There is a softness in the air that reminds… Continue reading

  • The Perfection of Life

    The perfection of life is beyond the boundaries of good and bad, sad or happy. 2015. My fourth miscarriage. The loss of pregnancy at ten weeks. The doctor looked into my soul and told me, ‘I know the obstetrician for… Continue reading