Sometimes I sit and wait. Wait and sit. Stare off into space. Let space stare at me. Look out the window. To see what I can see. To feel what I can feel. To allow emotions, feelings, thoughts run through me. To see what inspiration hits me. To see what thoughts form the most cohesive… Read More Here and Now
My daughter reminding me not to take the everyday for granted This morning I hugged my nine year old daughter tight to me. Realising for the first time just how much she has grown. Taking notice of the fact that she is growing up so fast and right in front of my face. Because I… Read More Treasure Everyday
“Morning has broken. Like the first morning. Blackbird has spoken. Like the first bird. Praise for the singing. Praise for the morning. Praise for them springing fresh from the world.” Those were the words that came to mind this morning when I woke up. Feeling the innocence of my youth flowing through me. When I… Read More Morning Has Broken
Yesterday someone told my daughter for religious reasons she does not celebrate birthdays and she does not see any point in celebrating them because all we’re doing is getting older. To say I was horrified that someone could try to steal the magic and innocence from my child on her birthday is an understatement. Particularly… Read More Why birthdays are special to me