Welcome beautiful friend..

Join me on this journey through the wilds of motherhood as I share my raw and real experiences in writing and poems.

Memories of Love

I am deeply aware that each day is a blessing to be cherished, that there are no guarantees for tomorrow. I know I won’t always be here to dance next to you. Maybe that’s why I feel the pull to make the most of these moments. To fill you up with memories of love. To remember that this is all so impermanent. And in that knowing, doesn’t all of this taste that much sweeter? May I savour it all, like a last meal, a last dance or the last day of this incredibly imperfect but achingly beautiful life. 🧡

It’s not so much that I’ve lost myself to motherhood, it’s more that I’ve found pieces of myself that I never knew existed. 🧡

I Choose This Life

In a world that asks us to live faster, to be more compliant, to disconnect from our intuition and nature and to fall in line - I choose a different path..

Slow Living

Slow living is something that you hear a lot of people talking about at the moment. Maybe it’s the fact that our species has realised it can’t keep..

My True Home

This land is not the one I was born into but it is most certainly my true home. How does a place bring you closer to your true self?..

Love As A Revolution

Is this my quiet contribution to our world and its revolution?
I sing and hum as my little Bird cries. I offer my lap, my breast, my heart..

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~ bananas and boobie

1:00am on the kitchen floor.
Little Bird can’t sleep so it’s
Banana and boobies and
Kitchen floor cuddles.
The soft glow of the salt lamp and the song
of the crickets
create a dream-like state
in my hazy, bleary mind.
I cradle her in my lap,
finding comfort in knowing that
there are other Mamas
on the kitchen floor at 1:00am.

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