If Memories Lived in a Bank…

  Tis a peculiar place, that where memories reside. Peculiar still that they call it a ‘bank’ when it’s really nothing of the sort. In a bank assets are stored. Neatly. Sequentially. With order and reason. One may consciously choose to select a memory at any given time, to access that data, analyse it, delete … Continue reading If Memories Lived in a Bank…

White Noise

Much of this world exists to me as white noise; Static energy. Interference from the masses. White noise. An all too apt name for this game. Just the relentless and infinite popping and crackling of darkness and light. Relentless and infinite and loud. Because it is loud, in all its varying shades of human grey. … Continue reading White Noise

Mirrors

In this life time, we hold mirrors up for each other. Each and every one of us. In each and every encounter. An exchange of energy, yes, but also a valuable chance to really see 👀 ourselves. Through the eyes of another. How you feel about me. . . The thoughts that arise, the judgements … Continue reading Mirrors

Deep Diving & Piscean Healing

Yesterdays New Moon and all this Piscean energy. Oh my. I've barely slept in days. I always think I'll fair well with Pisces, my sun sign, especially with Neptune at home. Alas this has been deep! Even for me. In my old life, I might have wallowed for a few days with this kinda energy. … Continue reading Deep Diving & Piscean Healing

She.

She. The bearer of all of life. World's encompassed by womb. Cycle aligned with the moon. Her cloak heavy, of worries and woes. Yours as well as her own. She wears it for a life time. An accessory to the double x chromosome. She. Strong as an ox. Infused with the spirit of those that … Continue reading She.

Sensitivity is not a Weakness.

February 23rd 1984. The sun in motion at 4° in the constellation of Pisces. Water energy. That's what I'm working with here. Large eyes from which oceans may tumble and truths may be seen in technicolour. Legs more like fins. A little unstable on dry land, but gracefully treading the waters below surface. We like … Continue reading Sensitivity is not a Weakness.

Motherhood:

A twisting turning, (occasionally) turbulent journey, one may suddenly find oneself embarking on; whereby a soul with unknown intent or forces incarnates into a tiny body, that we carry for a period of 9 months, (and worry about for the rest of our lives.) And though it is often the fathers, whom are invited to … Continue reading Motherhood:

Just Stand Still

Fuerteventura! Ancient Isle of good fortune. And fierce winds. Fitting that this is where I find myself. Christmas Day 2017. Small piece of volcanic rock preventing the pages of this book from fluttering hysterically. Beating sun, whipping wind competing for my body temperature.   Fitting, but of course, no accident. She sent for me.   … Continue reading Just Stand Still

Turkey Love

Sensitive, curious and gentle. He wears his heart on his snood, (that's the dangly piece of skin above his beak) It acts as a mood ring, alternating in colour; red, white or blue to tell you how he's feeling. His song is unique. A fascinating call, humans call it a gobble. He's been perfecting it … Continue reading Turkey Love

BS BS

New video on a topic that concerns me... Bullshit Beauty Standards and the impact they have on some of the most beautiful women I know. I hope the vid reaches those for whom it is intended. And that it serves as a gentle reminder to know your worth. ❤ #RememberWhoYouAre #SetYourOwnStandards https://youtu.be/0KvQR3FZ-Hs http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0KvQR3FZ-Hs  

They are ours only to love… And only for a short space of time…

This is the first point in my life where I am void of the comfort, compassion and companionship that comes from sharing ones home and heart with other creatures. All my life I adored them. And it didn't matter what form they came in, be it feathered or furry, so long as I could look … Continue reading They are ours only to love… And only for a short space of time…