February 2012
11 posts
January 2012
5 posts
December 2011
1 post
October 2011
1 post
Stop time!
I would like time to stop until these essays are complete. A pocket of vast space in time will suffice.
September 2011
2 posts
1 tag
If only these letters would rearrange themselves...
What if my heart was not dark, but full of light? What if the darkness that I thought was me was just some dirt that I didn’t know could be cleaned away. What if I was bright white light?
Hope in fragile containers. Light in a heart shaped glass. A mosaic.
August 2011
2 posts
July 2011
1 post
March 2011
2 posts
February 2011
1 post
Indigo.
Sometimes I would like to be ‘insert relevant noun’.
December 2010
2 posts
Oh.
Tomorrow night I will attend an engagement party to celebrate the imminent forthcoming union of two very dear friends. I am honored to have been invited.
There is quiet often a small piece of text printed in a font half a size smaller than the rest of the invite situated at the bottom of the page stating brashly “plus ones welcome”.
When will this statement no longer be linked...
August 2010
2 posts
April 2010
3 posts
She doesn't write much these days.
It is Eight Thirty Four. Today is Sunday and the first day of the week. I don’t seem to write much anymore. Which is sad as by not writing I feel like I am keeping part of myself locked away. I’ve never been into making my writing personal, I’d rather observe something and paint it into words.
I’m learning again. Learning Faith. How odd…can you even learn...
February 2010
4 posts
Cellophane and light.
Colour. Light. Reflection. Refraction. Our lives are cellophane pieces caught in the air. It is the light that streams through them that creates colour, skimming the surrounding panorama. Light captivates me.
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January 2010
0 posts
1 tag
We are made of love.
“Just wait and see daughter.” Were the words that echoed into my whirlwind of confusion, just wait and see. It’s like they had been laced with peace, my fingers were stilled and for a few minutes my thoughts fell to nicer things. God has a funny way of making my impossible situations turn out for the best. Things are not ok and that is ok. When walking from my workplace to the...