Sitting here, contemplating what life throws at you. Is it any wander we sometimes run for cover. Like a paint ball game – we shield ourselves ready for combat and go running, hiding from our opposition/our truth. Little pellets of colour that will either make...
Love and JoyWhy is it when one door closes another opens – unexpected on both occurrences. You have to say goodbye to patterns, hand cuffs, snags, that have held you back but in the same breath…….the release pushes you forward. Pushes you forward to...
I am a women who wants to walk along the beach, shrouded by her; own love her own peace her own tranquility. She can hold herself and stay, with her head held high. For she has adorned her mistakes, carried them relentlessly across land of ancestors. She is ready to...
