self

I don’t know who I am anymore

But you do. Your anchors keep you in place. Anchors like these. The sound of chamomile tea brewing, nightly, sipping slowly silently in the threshold of another day ending. All is well. Preparing your favourite curry like a magician meticulously mixing her concoction – cutting the vegetables, fiercely, dropping the spices in with abundance. TheContinue reading “I don’t know who I am anymore”

For those that love too much – Part III*

*This is the third part of a story I began writing over a year ago to track my healing after a toxic relationship. Each part is what I felt at the time, what I thought and my progress in recovering from self-destructive patterns. Click here to read Part I and Part II. You are carryingContinue reading “For those that love too much – Part III*”

Pain as a necessary reminder

Welcome back, little girl, small palms carrying a world so heavy. I tried to tell you – your hair is meant to wrap around the earth’s roots and your eyes are an offering to the sea. You didn’t listen. You trusted in a world that’s so elusive where lust and love are tangled up likeContinue reading “Pain as a necessary reminder”