Writings


In the grove of the ever silent forest I walk in the dark stumbling and pushing through a blackness forged of mud clinging to my fragile legs my feet bound in soft decay I fall and let myself be engulfed by the moist ground ~ Damp earth, my lover hold my tiny body and scratch my glass flesh with your thorns I will bleed into you as you drink from me ~ I submit and let you lead me deep within ~ The trees whisper to me in a language of lost words rooted so far down with arms that touch the universe they hold me to their core and gently heal me ~ They wrap my bruised and bleeding skin in leaves and moss wet from the winter rain and my love ~ Such a gift to feel so very deeply


Golden hour on a balmy summer night, cicadas singing from the trees as the last rays of sun light up the sky. It was a thick cushion glowing soft orange, casting pastel light onto our skin. I was drunk and giddy on the feel of the silence that descended from the ever-present sense of heaven, or just some feeling of there being something upwards; something that pulls and tugs at our core, whispering and coaxing us back into the air. There was lightening in the distance and I raced out the back door to feel the earth's expectancy; preparing itself for the inundation. The breath in.. waiting. Mum came outside and stood with me in natures moment of silence, both of us sentinels to the onrush. And then the sky opened up and the wind washed over us, cooling the fire of the golden twilight. I looked up at the three huge gums as the rain came down and their leaves were falling like snow. I held my arms up and laughed, trying to catch them. The rain fell on my palms and I licked it off, wanting to taste the sky. I looked at my mum and she was silent with a smile of wonderment on her face. We went inside as the sun started to sink behind the horizon line and I watched the rain from inside, rushing down the glass, my cactus babies on the window silhouetted against the remaining glow of dusk. I was sunkissed and warm and so overwhelmed by the nolstalgic sense of summer nights from my childhood, with christmas lights and sun showers, winds of change blowing in the night. And I wondered where they will take me next..


"September marched through smearing everything with oil paint: acres of cardamon yellow, burnt orange, miles of sienna, blue ravines both cerulean and midnight, along with heartbreakingly violet skies." - Toni Morrison

I found this quote just now and can't really explain how perfectly it sums up my life at the moment. I think I'm feeling a bit in love with Spring because the magpies are singing and there are flowers and new growth everywhere. Change is blowing on the warm wind and taking me somewhere new. I'm scared and excited and expectant. I'm seeing life in the intense colours that I paint and gradient pastel skies and warm conversations over cups of tea. I feel my life opening up and my heart is overflowing with beauty and some nostalgia for things I haven't lost yet but will. I fall asleep and dream of a heartfelt embrace that lasts for hours and leaves me full of love and I think what a gift it is to fall asleep and dream of simply being held by another human being. I wake up and paint stars for you over a lilac and violet sky, and in my tiny but overflowing heart, I dance and dance while the magpies sing of home.