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Writing

The Novel

Two years ago, before the universe exploded everything around me, I began two very writerly things. One thing was this blog (and what an absolute gift this place has been to me. Writing and a beautiful little band of friends to share my life with? I mean, what life experience could be more wonderful. )

The other writerly thing I began was my very first novel, which became just about my whole entire heart when it began to spin its delicate web within me. I fell in love with the people, the places, the thoughts, the ideas. Everything. My novel felt like a safe and lovely home, and I felt like I was the lucky owner.

Apparently it wasn’t time for the novel, though, because the universe decided to blow my life up and make me a whole new person (thanks very much universe. Oh, you’re really quite welcome, Brooke.)

Anyway, I’m getting silly ( 🙂 )but according to the universe, there were a few more breadcrumbs of life for me to pick up before this novel could take flight…and without ruining the story for you, I can tell you: the universe was right. My goodness, how right the universe was to blow up my world and my novel.

I can’t quite articulate how I feel about the novel now that I’ve returned to it, but I can say that the clarity of thought and expression I now experience in my creative life— due to the meditation and healing I’ve done since then, I’d imagine — has given me a new set of eyes. And a new piece of my heart to write with. My goodness, you guys. It is the most magical, wonderful thing.

A great deal more of my novel makes sense to me now. I couldn’t possibly have written the novel that was asking to be written back then because I didn’t have the right ingredients within the writerly/ humanly cook book of me, then.

But lately I’ve started hearing whispers from the universe and this is what they’ve said:

It’s time. You are ready.

And guys?

It’s true.

I am so completely ready.

Let’s do this.

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Life

On Writing

I write a lot about real life events. Sometimes I connect to fantasy and spin a beautiful story from worlds that don’t exist, but often I write from a place deep within. A place of memory, but more than that. It’s a place of alchemy, the unconscious breathing life into the conscious.

Friends and lovers gone by — how they’ve changed me. Hopes and dreams lost to the wind of time, moments of what if merging with moments of what is. It is a beautiful gift for a writer: to explore the world within, to honour the people, places, life paths that have made us who we are.

I hope my inner world will become a gift for you, also. A mirror to help you discover your own story, and the parts of your soul you’ve yet to explore.

Every person who has grown me into who I am lives within the worlds I write.

And every person that lives within me, through my writing, now lives within you.

I will never take for granted the profound beauty of that.

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Sun and Moon

Best Friends

‘Sun?’

‘Yes, Moon?’ Sun dribbled out the corner of his frown, watching drearily as a group of star children skipped along a cloud.

‘When was the last time you laughed?’

‘Umm…Oh, I can’t remember, Moon. Too long ago.’

‘Sun?’

‘Oh, what is it, Moon?’

‘Your face is covered in red crayon. It’s a picture of a hotdog running after a cat running after a dog.’

‘Well, that’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. And completely untrue. I’m perfectly shiny, thank you very much.’

‘Well, yes, you are. But you still have red crayon all over your face. I should know. I put it there,’ Moon grinned and gave a most spectacular sparkle.

‘What do you mean, you put it there?’

‘Well, Sun, you remember last week, don’t you? When you said: ‘Moon, when was the last time you laughed? And I told you I couldn’t remember…?’

‘Moon! There’s a giant shadow on the Earth, now. Look! It’s a hot dog running after a cat running after a dog!’

The best friends drew closer in the sky and gazed upon the newly decorated Earth.

And then the laughter came.

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Micro Fiction

Lavender

They used to meet in the meadow and gather lavender.

How sweet it was to raise their faces and breathe.

How sweet it was, just to be.

Side by side.

Alive.

aroma aromatherapy aromatic basket
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Inspiration

The Apple Tree Of Everything

This is the Apple Tree of Everything.

You may pick only one apple, today.

Hold it in your hand.

Look at it.

Really, look at this apple you have picked.

To say it is red is hardly enough.

There are black porous dots, scattered and bunched.

A deep red jacket of smooth and lumps— there is even a bruise.

This is your apple of the day.

Yours because you have picked it.

It is not perfect, but none of the apples on the tree are perfect.

For what is perfect when different is the only sameness the tree can offer.

This apple of yours is far from the ordinary you see.

And it is yours.

How completely beautiful.

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Life

What Do You Need?

Let’s work this out together, bloggy friends. What can I give you? What do you need?

Ps: I’ve missed you. xx
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Fable

Changed

The skies opened and the earth looked up.

‘My friend,’ said the dry earth, ‘is trying to drown me.’

Days passed.

The sky shone golden orange and the grass mounds of the south glistened, abundant in emerald foliage.

The earth looked to the sky, once more.

Changed.

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Poetry

Serious

Why

so

serious?

When all you need to know is:

I am human.

So are you.

Why

paint our condition

with news voices

and walls that keep us

stuck

in the rat race

of clown face.

Have we become but heartless

statues

longing for the truth?

We are the truth.

We already are

the truth.

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Poetry

Dissolved

I am a body.

But I am dissolved

by the blinding light

of destiny.

Here I spin,

longing to escape

the heavenly dream

that hurtles through the soft

and quick

of me.

Catch me, hold me still.

Oh, the aching,

catch me.

Hold

me

still.

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Fable

Sun and Moon, Unconditionally

‘Sun?’

‘Yes, Moon?’

‘Why are the humans always so angry, do you think?’

‘Because Moon, they haven’t realised that, like us, they have the ability to shine.’

‘They do? So why don’t more of them shine, then? If they can, why don’t they?’

‘Moon…humans spend so much time telling angry stories, their shine gets lost beneath the mud of it all.’

‘Oh, Sun. That makes me so, so sad.’

‘Me too, Moon. It makes me sad, too.’

And as the night rose into the day, Moon and Sun continued to shine on the beautiful humans, without asking for anything in return.