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
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. . .
A ' for sale ' sign is all it took and now we are in freefall over the edge.Doors close on our life as we sign it over and go in search of a new home to make our own .Half a life. Half a legacy. Half is what we have to start again .Half … Continue reading Deep water .
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
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 … Continue reading Waiting.
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
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.
For a long time I've held my tongue ..then one day not so long ago our world came undone ..... How do I do this... Hold my head up and walk in faith? For the longest time I've held disappointments hand... I know the valleys well. Well trodden paths of heartache and loneliness. I've survived … Continue reading Mess
I'm in the Emergency Department in a 4-bedded room partitioned with long grey curtains ... I followed the ambulance here that came to collect my dad. Dad is in a lot of pain... and despite the buzz in here, everything is moving frustratingly slowly. The bed beside us has a lady. She is my mother's … Continue reading Broken
First days of spring were finally here after a long winter both literally and metaphorically speaking...and this particular morning was brutal. Depression can trigger unbeckoned. Like a tsunami, it rips through the sunlight without warning turning the tide on the hope that the day had started with. Sometimes amidst the onslaught, I fall. I forget … Continue reading Green thumb
Night shift 