There are days I wake already falling. Not from a rabbit hole but from yesterday's certainty, watching it unravel before my feet. The maps insist there should be roads here. Instead, conversations with what feels abstract, questions that answer themselves, doors that ask for smaller versions of me and clocks that refuse to recognise the…
I used to think love arrivedalready named. That someone would hand it to me like a language.One others had learned in childhood while I was absent. I thought love was duty. Not warmth.Not always kindness. Just…remaining. I mistook proximityfor affection. Silencefor safety. Obligationfor care. Then, I thought love was fireworks. It was warm fuzzy and…
I have learned to inhabitthe spaces between words,where truth sitslike morning dew on grass. Once, I thought strength meanttaking up less space,folding myself into cornersuntil my edges disappeared. But wisdom comesin the gentle unfurlinglike ferns in spring,patient and inevitable. My heart has becomea listening room,walls weathered softfrom holding others' stories. There is no grandeur here,only…
I stand on the threshold,a life I no longer recognise behind me,the future unformed,like mist before dawn. Everything I once held closeslips away quietlyobjects, habits, even the homethat has cradled me for years.It is still here, yet no longer feels the same. There is no visual,no shape as to what comes next.Only a knowing deep,…
Today I was wonderfully reminded of a quote that was incorporated in an earlier post In Search of Meaning (ii), it still resonates deeply and was a delight to read once more. It is still as pertinent to this creative journey I am undertaking, so much so I wanted to share it once again. “The…
What life has taught me on a personal level, hoping to help you make sense of your life. Exploring the grace in being human.
There has been so much that has occurred since the end of last year that has deeply and profoundly affected my heart and being. I don’t want to get into detail for now but it has me thinking about our lives and when we are no longer here. Where is the evidence of our story?…
Oriah Mountain Dreamer
Who are we?
Continuing searching for a sense of meaning
Searching for sense of meaning
"The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking out new landscapes but in having new eyes.” ~ Marcel Proust This first trip has two purposes, to explore the 'beingness' of humanity and also to find some space within myself to be with my own soul and take the trip I was meant to take…
I woke up one morning to find my life upside down and scattered across the floor. I decided to explore how each of us make sense of our circumstances and experiences. My featured artwork (non journal based) and reflective blog with regard to the 'Being Human' journey, in which there is wider public exploration, can…