The Imprints of Life

Salty wet kisses sliding along the nape of my neck Fingers dancing on my skin Sticky palms meeting in the middle  Life Piercing eyes warming me from the inside out A familiar scent reminding me of home One breathing in; one breathing out Life The mid-day sun beating...

The Wild Woman

She isn’t just a woman who moans and howls, although she can. She isn’t just a woman who wears feathers in her hair and paints ink on her body, although she can. She’s a woman who knows how to connect to her instinctive nature. This is the wild in her. This is her...

Holy Awe

It never fails to make itself known when you need it. It’s the faith you receive when your mind has no answers and your heart starts putting up its shells. It’s the voice which quietly says: It’s all ok, I have you in my plan. It’s that invisible hug you allow...

Have you forgotten how beautiful you are?

Have you forgotten how beautiful you are? How powerful, how magnificent, how strong. I had. This morning, despite the vigorous strides I took as I climbed the hill to the lookout point at the lighthouse, I was feeling deflated. I was feeling less than beautiful, less...

The healing feeling of summer holidays

The sweetest memories of my youth always involve our summer holidays. And these holidays always involved either the beach, the mountains or bush. Whether it be the carnivals, penguin parades or pier donuts at Phillip Island; the fishing, horse riding and bush walking...

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