All the things that were ripped from my hands, have found their way back to me. As words. — Loss, has made me fertile.
i mourn the things that (this) life will not give to you. but, i do not mourn you. — (warrior) mum. There are days that I mourn what my beautiful boy will never have in this life. But, I do not mourn him. He is joy and sunshine and innocence, and my heart is attached... Continue Reading →
i stood before you, holding my fears in cupped hands; a petition for mercy. and still, you would not cross the naked divide between me, and you. and so i walked away. . . Your peace is worth more than losing yourself in order to repair a fractured relationship. When you have scars from deep... Continue Reading →
you, are a child of the soil. if you have lost yourself, take off your shoes and let the earth speak to your bones. —return to your mother. Nothing heals like nature. Nothing feels like soil under your feet, and green is the colour of peace and healing.
She had come for a blood pressure check. Would I mind and did I have a moment inbetween patients and she really didn't want to waste my time? Her eyes avoiding mine until the tears that silently found their way down her cheeks, revealed that the real pressure was not in her arteries, but in... Continue Reading →
strip yourself bare. so that you can find the place where the wild flowers grow. —find yourself (again).
I wrote this story as a submission to the Bristol Short Story competition and the Scottish Arts Club Short Story competition. It did not make the long list for either, and now that I am over the disappointment I can share it with you. It is a very special story drawn from a real-life experience.... Continue Reading →
No. We are so afraid to say it. We fear rejection, anger, disappointment, criticism and a host of negative responses, but what we should really fear is the slow erosion of self when we don't honour our own boundaries. No, is a sacred word. Honour it.
so, your heart is broken, and pain has leached the sunlight from your bones. tell me, what will you do with this extraordinary gift? —beauty from ashes.