Linguist. Loon. Life-lover.
And gold, and blue.
The juice that dripped down chins turned gold by sun, The weeks that yawned out long before their eyes, The fields of fruit through which their legs would run,
A Space For The Spiritual
It's taken me a while to figure out my purpose on this planet. I've gone through many incarnations when it comes to my career - translator, teacher, baker - each one feeling like I'm playing dress-up, or a starring role in a particularly bad comedy where this one girl just can't catch a break or find her way in life. A very, very bad comedy.
The Ritual of Reading Cards
As I cut away the burnt bits of sage with my scissors, ash and dust falling into the bin, I begin to cleanse my space. With new twigs revealed, I flick on my lighter and watch as the flames turn the dried herbs into wispy wands of smoke, clearing the energy of the space where I will carry out my craft.
'Unbeetable' Red Velvet Cake
For me, nothing beats red velvet cake: the rich chocolate flavour, the deep red colour, and the sweet smoothness of the frosting. It all combines to make a heavenly eating experience. As both an avid taste-tester and baker of red velvet, I never thought any recipe could compare to the traditional one I'd perfected, until I created a vegan version out of dietary necessity. This recipe, is truly unbeetable.
Have you ever met a real-life superwoman? I have. She's selfless. A ray of sunshine. Pure kindness in a world of harsh realities. She is so many things to me.
A work in progress, Paints poised on a palette, Unsure of their final form. A brush dipped in each hue, Strokes strung across the canvas,
He was coming home. She could sense his ship on the horizon before it appeared. The white, billowing sails. The way the sunshine bounced off the bow and back into the sky. The subtle groaning of the ropes as they strained against their ties. Every detail was etched into her memory like carvings on an oak tree.
My Trauma's Got A Trigger Finger
My trauma has a very active trigger finger. It fires when I least expect it, and long after I thought I'd dealt with the pain and repercussions of my past relationship. I know my experience isn't unique, but the old adage of 'a problem shared...' might prove to be somewhat true if I get my thoughts out into the ether of the internet. Or so my thinking goes.