Fledging

Sometimes falling is flying. What felt like plummeting in blind and violent decent was in truth the rush of wind that caused me to spread wings ... taught to fly whilst in freefall and instead of hitting bottom it seems I'm learning to soar ... That sweet voice whispered words "jump and I'll catch you … Continue reading Fledging

Not just a word. . .

Love is a verb...kinetic, fluid. Love must flow from hearts and out hands not just lips. Love cannot be simply spoken but must be fully embodied and walked out in physical form. Love spurs feet in forward motion strengthens resolve and lifts heads higher. It's electric.. Ever moving shifting flowing energetic force that sparks light … Continue reading Not just a word. . .

Truthseeker

Truth dear heart is absolute, not subjective. It does not come in shades of grey...changeable like stage costumes. It is seldom choreographed, never rehearsed....it does not fear exposure. Viewing truth from different angles does not change its composition . Its solid, not vapor. It stands alone sure footed not needing to survive afloat on the … Continue reading Truthseeker

Waiting.

Patience is not a thing that comes easily to me.It's a hard-learned quality that I still struggle to grasp firmly...I hate delay..hate the pause...the uncertainty that the wait entails. But nevertheless, here we are again. We've lived pause and isolation before. Oh, more times then I can be bothered to count. When our sunchild became … Continue reading Waiting.

The pursuit of happiness

Seems a lot of people live their life in pursuit of " happiness " and compromise anything and everything to attain it. … I'd argue its less about your circumstance and more about recognising the value of what you already have. Is what you behold weight or blessing? Cause I'm finding blessings are by nature … Continue reading The pursuit of happiness

Precipitation .

Raging fires and devastating drought have overwhelmed this part of the world that we call home and it really has felt like life imploded over the last twelve months. Like the internal and external environments around us have reflected and refracted the same theme and there's been little reprieve from the onslaught.. Impossible diagnosis had … Continue reading Precipitation .

Prism

It seems with all that has been lost of late some years have fallen away too. Heavy taxing years that brought weight to these shoulders and creases to this brow vanish into thin air. Age it seems is running in reverse as the clock ticks backwards and lost hopes are revived from the ashes of … Continue reading Prism

Rewrite

Silence.. Its been ages since silence was welcome.. I used to crave the nightshift hours when my love worked late and the little ones were in bed... Or those early mornings before dawn peaked her head around the night skies blanket and all the world still slept. But in this season of shifting and shaking … Continue reading Rewrite

Nameless.

Endless cycles of broken and breaking only to scar and tear and scar again. Layer upon layer upon layer upon layer and there's no escape from the torment. The demons won't leave. No peace. No safe space... Guarded hidden behind a wall of lies.. Fakery the only language. Life devoid of hope.. Devoid of living … Continue reading Nameless.