What a beautiful thing, To know that, even when we wake to grey And the pitter patter of rain that kicks up Petrichor into the air, The sun is right there Behind the clouds Shining down on us and just Waiting For its moment To be seen.
Tag: reflection
Syncopation
So much to say But neither the words or the wherewithal To speak A mind, brewing with bundles of Half-formed ideas, Too preoccupied with the Big things of a little life To dot the i and cross the Tea, standing stone cold next to a Half-filled notebook, Dusty dreams lying in wait For a hand [...]
Anti-Racism: Continuing the Journey
Last year saw many people suddenly start to pay attention to extent of racism and white supremacy in our society and the damage it has wrought, and facing a reckoning with the role we ourselves have played in upholding and perpetuating these harmful systems. In June, I wrote this post sharing my first clumsy steps [...]
Greeting the New Year
Hello, friends. It's been a while. I don't know about you, but 2020 somehow seemed to both drag on forever and disappear in the blink of an eye. It had its joyful moments (those are always there if we look for them) but was largely weighed down with uncertainty, anxiety and many unexpected challenges. Stepping [...]
Absolute Truths
Punctuation is the breath of writing,I used to tell them.It signals the pause and inhale between your words,The lilt of the silent voice that will ring with your stories through their heads.Again and again I would try to explainThis here, not there -Without that, when would you come up for air?You’ll lose all meaningIt won’t [...]
Unmaking
I tried to write a poemAbout my unmakingBut I do not have wordsFor the pain of finally seeing myself - so much less than I thoughtOr the hope of realising what I could be - so much more than I am.May I never forgetOr shy away from this labour ofLove.Unravelling. Undoing. Unlearning. Unbecoming.
The Silence Between Breaths
One day, we'll tell stories of this time. These days when the roads are empty and the skies quiet, except for the gentle trill of birdsong. We'll talk of the unexpected freedom that came from having so many obligations taken from our hands. The grief of our losses will sit heavy on our hearts but [...]
Suppose
Suppose There’s a way To find meaning Even as the world ends Suppose We let the sun warm Our tired faces Even as our carefully constructed world Falls apart around us Look up The sky is clear No longer scarred by our comings and goings Suppose We can find a new way of living Despite [...]
Thoughts On The End Of The World
There is a curse. The say: "May you live in interesting times."Interesting Times, Terry Pratchett The title may be a bit melodramatic but, lately, it really has felt like it might be true. It's not, of course. This is not the end of the world. A more accurate title may be 'Thoughts on the end [...]
[Im]Perfect
What is this illusion of perfect beautyThat we cling to with such desperation?Why is it that what we areIs deemed less than the imaginings of what we'Should' be?The joy in my smile is not diminishedBy teeth which don't lie straight.Nor do the blemishes that scatter my skinLike fallen constellationsLessen the softness of its touch,Or its [...]
Thrive In Chaos 