The fragrance of peace.

I,

am filled

with

silence

and

flowers.

It is

a fragrant

peace.

—The fragrance of peace.

Return to your Mother.

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.

Find yourself (again).

strip

yourself

bare.

so that you

can find

the place where

the wild flowers

grow.

—find yourself (again).

The sacred no.

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.

Letting go.

i hung

my broken dreams

on the stars.

one

by

one,

i set them

free.

and now,

here I stand,

empty hands cupped,

waiting for

the new rain.

—letting go.

I want to speak the world beautiful.

i want to eat

beauty,

so that my words

will have the

fragrance of

hope

on them.

—i want to speak the world beautiful.

On raising a boy.

I rub

gentleness

into your skin

every day,

so that the one

who loves you

one day,

does not have

to peel back

the layers,

to find your heart.

—On raising a boy.