Wholeness

  • Yes, No, Life

    Am I a good and proper human. Yes. No. Life. Continue reading

  • Alleyways

    Slinking down alleyways, thrilled by the rippling dark. Black upon white, cold stone. Daisies tilt their heads: smile. Axes bite into crimson bone, dwelling in the corners of the corners. Pure. Devilish. A curious mix. Grace breathes life into fire.… Continue reading

  • This Little River

    This little river. This little boat. I never could have imagined this peaceful place in the shade of Autumn and her beautiful, falling colours. Shall I meet you at the rivers edge? Might we sit a while, watching the ducks… Continue reading

  • This Beautiful Sadness

    I’m down in the depths of me, today. It feels like sadness, but it is far more powerful than that. This beautiful sadness. It is a sadness I long for, a sadness I crave. It flows through my veins until… Continue reading

  • Whole

    I see you there, squinting at the mirror of not good enough. And I wonder if you know the beautiful creases on the face of you make up the whole. And you think, somehow, that you are flawed. Because you… Continue reading

  • Imperfectly Me

    This honest girl. This kind girl. This sweet girl. This loving, gentle, patient girl. She has been this girl forever. This perfect human girl—how delightful she is. How loved and cherished and needed, she is. But. If she is good,… Continue reading