Writer

  • I Feel

    My heart is open and bare, laid out before the world again. Their pain is mine: I give it loving arms. I speak their truth. I burn with mine. They say these are words, but I know they are more.… Continue reading

  • Purpose

    I’ve tried all the angles. I’ve felt all the rights and wrongs about what they say a writer should do, should be, should want…but I’m not like them. I want barely any of what they tell me I should 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

  • Meeting The Wind

    My wordpress plan is due to expire. Very due to expire. Due to expire in a couple of days, due to expire. And I’m not going to renew it. I’m attached to this, my sweet little bloggy home. Truly, I… Continue reading

  • Sharing is Caring

    Hello sweet bloggy friends. How are you all? I’m good, thanks for asking. ☺️ I’m sitting at my little white desk, on a grey sky day, wondering about the aching quiet of life. Thinking about how it so often comes… Continue reading

  • Unlimited

    I feel the way I feel because I feel the way I feel. Because I am soft and gentle, because I am wild as the rain and free as the sky. But I am not free, not really, not in… Continue reading

  • Thinking

    It’s an odd spot I find myself in. This middle land of bloggy days. This creative world of half-begun. These are the things that I know: I know I love the freedom of this blog: it doesn’t feel right to… Continue reading

  • Books and Reality

    I’ve had thousands of best friends and hundreds of mortal enemies. I’ve been married a hundred times and divorced a hundred times more than that, probably. I’ve had lovers aplenty, built homes, mucked stables…and all this time, I’ve insisted I… Continue reading

  • A Little Time Away

    My dear bloggy friends, I’ve been thinking on a more practical level (which, let me tell you, is highly unusual in the world of this cloud bouncing dreamer) and my thoughts have led me to a little bloggy holiday. I’m… Continue reading

  • Words

    Words roll in and out of me like breath. I can’t imagine not reading and writing, just as I can’t imagine what it might be like never to breathe again. Sometimes the words I write make no sense to me,… Continue reading