Unconditional love

  • Octopus Mum

    I just fell in love with an octopus. It was an octopus mum, to be specific, a mum just like me. And my mum, and yours, and his mum and hers. I wouldn’t say it was the octopus herself I… Continue reading

  • Human Like You

    Do not ask me to hate the ‘broken’ ones. I am a broken one because I am human. You are too. You are too. Do not ask me to turn my soul inside out so I might fit into your… Continue reading

  • A Moment

    There it was, quietly mine. A moment of the greatest love: a Mother’s love. My love. For them. And I know they tire me senseless, and I know I wish them away (too often for my heart to understand) but… Continue reading

  • Christmas Love Hearts

    Dearest Bloggy friends, Merry day, to you all. Just taking a moment to send you all the love hearts (because I can’t seem to stop myself- and because love hearts are the best). To those of you struggling to make… Continue reading

  • The Christmas Spirit

    The Christmas spirit never dies. The Christmas spirit is forever and always, so why put it away? Do we not become our best selves whilst wrapped in the spirit of Christmas? Me thinks we do. And so it is I… Continue reading

  • Wonderful, Wonderful

    They didn’t understand her, but they allowed her just to be. And that, she knew, was a wonderful, wonderful wonder. Continue reading

  • The Clouds

    Somewhere in the clouds is where you will find me. Am I broken, or am I just me? Floating, somewhere beyond the day. Floating, not quite flying away. As humanity goes, I am far from normal, and yet I’d not… Continue reading

  • Lovely

    Good morning, sun. And river. Flowers and trees. Happy day to you, wind, and the bird song you sweep over mountains. (Good morning, birds, and mountains, too.) I will let you be, this day of life. I will let you… Continue reading

  • Until They Remembered

    Sun fell upon the rocky shore, gazing at the children that played by the rock pools. Some of the children splashed. Some worked quietly together, laying stone upon stone until they’d made a grand and sparkling tower. Other children jumped… Continue reading

  • Try A Little

    The quiet moments when we see we’ve been wrong. They melt the ice of life into sweet drifts of frost on wind. I have been wrong to my own heart, often without knowing. I have been wrong, some days, some… Continue reading