Writers

  • 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

  • The Novel

    Two years ago, before the universe exploded everything around me, I began two very writerly things. One thing was this blog (and what an absolute gift this place has been to me. Writing and a beautiful little band of friends… Continue reading

  • On Writing

    I write a lot about real life events. Sometimes I connect to fantasy and spin a beautiful story from worlds that don’t exist, but often I write from a place deep within. A place of memory, but more than that.… Continue reading

  • What Matters Most

    I’ve been loving the chance to melt into human stories again. And music. My goodness, how it feels to connect to that deeper place within and melt into the sweet symphony of another. These past few months have seen me… Continue reading

  • The Soft Girl Snooze

    I like to pop in every day, if I can. Often there are days that I miss, and today was going to be one of them. I’m just a bit tired, today. The only me I have available to give… Continue reading

  • Lavender

    They used to meet in the meadow and gather lavender. How sweet it was to raise their faces and breathe. How sweet it was, just to be. Side by side. Alive.   Continue reading

  • Write With The Wind

    I cannot create unless I soften. I cannot write with the wind, I must become it. I am the beautiful breeze that flows these words into the sky of all things. Human is but a small part of me. The… Continue reading

  • It Is A Gift

    It is a gift. An open heart spun into ebony lace: words. So much more than what they seem. The chance to see, and believe that anything is possible, always. No matter how wild the wind on a quiet sea. Close… Continue reading

  • My Sun

    When the sun woke up in my small human frame, I learned that love lives on the wings of the wind. My dear sweet, darling sun. Always swimming in my eyes as I gaze at those who need me. Always… Continue reading

  • Submissions

    A few months ago I received a wonderfully exciting email letting me know that two of my poems are in the running for potential publication. A card company (based in America, I think) is holding them for a while, seeing… Continue reading