Once upon a time, there lived a curious little mouse, and as it is with most curious creatures, he wasn’t very good at keeping it to himself. His name was Oliver Button, and he was the last born of the three Button babies, which alone was most of his problem. The rest of problem was…
Month: December 2021
Never alone
Imagine, it’s twilight, and you sit at the very top of a tall tower, looking down at a city drowning in vibrant reds and yellows and the deepest pinks. And as the last sunlight bleeds away, you look over a blanket of millions of tiny lights, bright and shining all over the city. You take…
To the young heart
Have you ever planted a seed? Perhaps, if you have, you will remember what it was like. You will remember the scent of the earth, the dark, deep, richness of it. You will remember the earth parting as you dug a hole. And you will remember looking down at the palm of your hand, where…
Writing With Emotion
I’m scared. I had determined not be, had etched this determination into the very crevices of my heart. But now as I stand here, staring down into the oblivion below, the cold hands of apprehension begin clawing their way into my chest. So I suck in a breath, willing it to nourish my lungs so…
Imperfectly Perfect
I remember, when I was a little girl, my father told me how an archer learns to shoot for the very first time. When they are first learning to shoot they aim their arrow straight for the bullseye. Not because they will hit it, because most likely they will not. But if they aim for…
These Feathered Hearts
I know who you are. Yes you, you who is reading this right now and thinking that that’s a bit creepy and wondering just where I’m going to go with this. But I meant it. I do know who you are, and more importantly I know who you’re going to become. No, I’m not a…
To the Girl I was Before
Dear Younger Me, I remember you. You who has never met me. You who could never have imagined what I would become. You who knew so little of me, and yet you who I know so much of, so intimately. I watched you grow up. I watched you learn, and mature, and fall, and so…
Passion
I can feel this thing inside me, this thing that twists and burns and consumes the uttermost parts of me. I am alight with it, burning hot and brilliant. It is there in the blood of my veins, there behind my eyes, there wherever I go. Always there. Always burning. My passion. So let the…
The Healer’s cure
They are strong, the healers. Bravest of hearts are they, wisest and most noble of souls. They carry power in their words, and strength in their hearts, and wisdom in their minds. And they go about opening their beautiful hearts and scooping up all that beautiful love and filling up so many empty cups. And…
Free
Imagine yourself falling, slowly, and the world around you is a swirl of brilliant colors. And the wind is caressing your skin, and you draw in an icy breath, and it feels as if you are breathing for the very first time. You close your eyes, slowly, and you let gravity pull you down, and…