Writing

  • A New Chapter and What Comes Next

    I’ve written once a day for a month. It’s been so, so lovely to have this place back in my life, again. To have you all back in my life, again. It feels different. Good different, but different all the… Continue reading

  • Writing

    I’ve loved writing everyday, again. Falling into the softness of me. I think I’ve loved it because it’s made me stay. Stay as this flow that I am, this…whatever it is that I am. I’m tired, tonight, so this will… Continue reading

  • Touched By The Birthday Fairy.

    It’s my 43rd birthday on Wednesday. I nearly called out to my husband, ‘Hey honey, am I turning 43 this year?’ I can’t believe it’s gotten to that stage. Ha ha ha. When I was much younger, I used to… Continue reading

  • The Journey to Self: Discovering What Home Means

    I tried to say goodbye. To start something new, in a place just a little different to here. I tried on new words, I tried to place myself in a box, neat and tidy with a bow. But each time… Continue reading

  • A Thousdand Posts, Goodbye.

    It’s fitting that this is my 1000th post. I almost couldn’t type the word, goodbye, in the title. My website domain has expired and it’s time to let this beautiful bloggy home of mine go. I just don’t have the… Continue reading

  • Merry Christmas

    To my dear, dear bloggy friends. Merry Christmas to you. I’m so grateful for you all. Thank you for understanding my need to come and go with the seasons. I wish only to bring you the essence of me, which… Continue reading

  • Fears

    It’s becoming clearer as life goes on that…I am afraid. Of a lot of things, really, but mainly of losing control. Of myself. Of my life. The fear rolls around in my heart and tenses my muscles until I remember… Continue reading

  • Fragments

    Fragments of time show me who I am. Moments, unless, of course, I lose them also to the violent speed of things. I am ‘me’ again, for this moment. Maybe it will last a while, if I’m lucky, this sensation… Continue reading

  • The River and Me

    The river became me. Doesn’t everyone feel the river like a pure cold balm? Perfect in essence. Sure in flow. I am I. But I know the river deeper because… I am Autistic. I am different in the way I… Continue reading

  • Stay Home

    The soft hum of an opening heart. Barely a whisper. Barely a moment of life unfiltered, but enough. Closed eyes, whisper. Come home. Stay home. Continue reading