Love Gardener
Love does arrive, neatly packaged. It grows in mud that stains. Sometimes it poisons your being. Still, I keep it watered and nourished. Because, have you see the flowers?
Navigating complex emotions of jealousy, ambition, insecurity, joy, fear, peace, anger, happiness, betrayal, contentment, disappointment, love.
Love does arrive, neatly packaged. It grows in mud that stains. Sometimes it poisons your being. Still, I keep it watered and nourished. Because, have you see the flowers?
Most bookshops don’t have an entire aisle on poetry. Poetry has never really found a home in my book shelf or life.
We don’t love people because they deserve it. We love people because we deserve it. These are our depths.
A monologue because is love ever anything else? If we’re lucky both faces of love are modeled for us in clear, unambiguous ways.
LOVE LANGUAGE – my journey deciphering my experiences through the words of love songs in different languages
I’ve been thinking about dignity. I do, a lot, especially when I feel I’ve not been dignified. I haven’t felt it lately because I haven’t felt in control of anything. But dignity isn’t about control, is it? I realised that most of my emotional decisions were trauma reactions. It wasn’t…
I’ve been cycling for a month now. I was lucky through all of August where my high energy days coincided with sunshine moments.
August, Leo month, brought me back to life, piecing together from debris, things I’ve never owned.
Our political beliefs come from deeply ingrained personal affections, loyalties and yes, traumas.
When you go long enough turning scars into art, you start thinking of wounds as poetry. And the cacophony of imaginary voices, as the orchestra of your soul. You seek out people who call you beautiful when you bleed. People who willing aid you in that process, a little too…