summer’s light pulls me from my sleep earlier than i had hoped, but still i wake to silence in the house and quietly i rise, feet bare; limbs stretched out — a languid nod to the sun on the green of my mat and later, somewhere between midnight and now, i make breakfast and countless cups of hot assam tea. and as the hours slowly walk their way towards home, i teach a... Continue Reading →
every now and then, walk through your heart; pick out the rocks and weeds that have found their way in. love needs good soil. —love needs good soil.
At home, Gabriel only ate the red M&M's. The other colours all terrified him. His exasperated mum wrote it off as 'just another of his autistic quirks.' He couldn't tell her that the angry lady with the piercing eyes, always ate the red ones during his ABA sessions; 'rewarding' him with the other colours when... Continue Reading →