poet and storyteller
This is a very long, very naked post that has taken me years to write and share. I have loved stories and books ever since I was very young. I used to (still do) get lost inside a book and many afternoons were spent lying stretched out on my tummy listening to stories on the... Continue Reading →
This is for you who feels like a failure. A freedom song doesn’t just burst out of your mouth—a nightingale, fully shaped and willing. It has to claw its way out of the soft cocoon of your chest, a groan at first. A quiet lament. Give yourself time. #BraveNotes
and i saw how the holding on, the not letting go of things—how this caused me the most pain. how not allowing my hands to fall open—naked to the sky, how not trusting my heart to set free the thing whose time had come to leave me, robbed me of the quiet presence of common... Continue Reading →
