Every Day is Borrowed & Every Sunrise a Treasure to be Cherished.

Another year flows softly by, like honey running silkily from greedy mouths, and hips and thighs. It is quiet in the garden of her soul, and sunlit gratitude bathes her world in shades of gold and pink. In this space between wake and sleep, she is queen, and she breathes it in, savouring every moment …

3 Challenges that Petrified me & how I Slayed Them

Deep in the midst of the year that wasn’t, gripped by a darkness that I couldn’t see beyond, I did a lot of self-work with the help of a professional counsellor. I discovered a great deal about myself and about my behavioural patterns. One of the most damaging, I came to see, was that when …

The Prison of Things

“The secret of happiness, you see, is not found in seeking more, but in developing the capacity to enjoy less.” ~Socrates It started young. I was a sentimental soul, clinging to the objects that represented memories of people or places. I cherished them, tenderly placing them in their own special ‘homes’ around my room. A …

Up in Smoke.

My friend, you have smoked cigarettes for as long as I can remember. And I have hated it for just as long. I hope you will believe me when I tell you that this is not intended as judgement. It’s not about preaching “right” from “wrong” to you. It’s your body and you have every …

Opening up about Habitual Patterns: Letting go of Impatience.

“A warrior of the light is never in a hurry. Time works in his favour; he learns to master his impatience and avoids acting without thinking.” ~ Paulo Coelho. My life long secret habit is impatience. My fiancé would probably argue that this is the world’s worst kept ‘secret’, but then our loved ones often see …

The race that stopped a nation and ended two lives

Fascinators flutter in the breeze, like butterflies dancing over bright flowers. The glamorous masses prance, and shriek and laugh, placing bets and downing bubbles. Spirits are high. The fillies stamp and snort in their holding pens and a hush falls upon the crowd as the main race lines up to start. I can understand fully …

Home

  The sounds of summer drift lazily over our back fence like smoke. Children laugh and splash in paddling pools, squealing, cold water on hot skin, lawns flooded, warm mud squelching between small toes. A lawnmower hums bee-like in the distance, and the smell of fresh cut grass hangs in the hazy air. I breathe …