I went for a walk in the forest near where I live this morning. It was a jog turned walk turned sitting on a log & contemplating life. It is a wonderful forest. This particular day it was so full of life and buzzing with fairy-tale magic that it would not feel amiss placed in… Continue reading Reconnecting to your inner child
Never forget that you were made of diamonds And the only one worth gifting your heart to Will be the one who can see it. Never forget you are made of diamonds And no matter how many times you fall You will never be shattered.
There's nothing in the world more beautiful than God. Once you have found him, you have found everything. You have found Beauty and Art and Passion and Love beyond all measure. You have found your roots and your blossoms. You have found your potential to be a wonderful creature and a wonderful artist, more splendid… Continue reading My God is not a metaphor
Sometimes I wonder Are there really such things as coincidences? Like when you meet someone familiar In an unexpected place And they make you smile And lift the shadow off your face If only just for a little while Can you really call that a coincidence? I wouldn't I'd call it a reminder That you… Continue reading coincidence
why are sunflowers my favourite flowers? because they reflect the Sun and so do we.
I wish I had the words but the words don't seem to come to me right now so I'll just play with them until they fall asleep. too many feelings and no time to express them so many fears and joys have climbed out of their cradles; they dance and play around me and… Continue reading plot twist
Hello my lovely blogging friends! I'm aware that for the last couple of weeks I've been really rubbish at posting, and I haven't written any proper posts except for a few bits and bobs of poetry. I'm not nearly big-headed enough to think that many of you would have noticed my absence, but I did… Continue reading Where have I been?
A tiger in captivity grows small So does a human soul in an environment Where it's not allowed to flourish.
And even if it means that I might never find someone Who will appreciate every part of who I am It doesn't mean I'll stop being who I am Even if it means Being a bit Peculiar.
When I smell good-quality dark chocolate The smell brings me back to my childhood I have no idea why I didn't use to like dark chocolate I'm still not keen on it But the smell takes me back nevertheless. *** Why is it that we so often idealise the times gone by Which were full… Continue reading Memories