I wrote this poem upon walking around the streets I grew up on, though not the ones I became a grown-up on. The poem doesn't feel polished, but I thought I'd post it here anyway and give you a Friday read. There is a girl, and she is eleven. She knows what it is to … Continue reading Success / Poem
I’ve gone from one floral journal to another. I wonder what thoughts and emotions and prayers and poems I will capture this year. I wonder what will fill those pages. I wonder when I will return to the journal of 2020, and if I’ll like what I find there. I wonder if 2021 will be … Continue reading Welcoming the New Year
Christmas is my favourite time of year, and always has been. Not the tacky Santas, you know, the ‘real’ ones that chase you around shopping centres or the ‘fake’ ones that exist as giant blow up plastic sitting outside car dealerships. I love Christmas. Not the consumerism side, but everything else. Memories of coming home … Continue reading Christmas Over the Years
At the start of every year, I write a letter. To myself, to God. Thinking and praying about the year ahead and what I want out of it. Not a resolutions list, but voicing what I feel God has put on my heart. How I want to see God move, how I want to grow … Continue reading The Yearly Letter
Today was my first day working in a bookshop, so I’m tired and happy and happy and tired. I never imagined I’d be able to work with books all day. For me it’s less about retail and more about sharing your love of words with someone else. It’s admiring covers and authors and discovering those … Continue reading Spring Happiness
the dreams of a fifteen year old (compared to the realities of a twenty three year old). Well. Do you ever look back on a pivotal moment in your life and can’t quite believe it happened, and happened to you? I still feel that way about moving out of home. It’s completely normal to be … Continue reading the dreams of a fifteen year old
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