If every single person who has liked you in your lifetime, were to light up on a map, it would create the most glitteringly beautiful network you could imagine. Throw in the strangers you’ve been kind to, the people you’ve made laugh, or inspired along the way, and that star-bright web of you, would be an
I have an uninvited friend.She came to my door last night, again, and I almost pretended to be out.But it was too late, she saw me peering through the blinds and she can sense my energy anyway.I let my friend in and she wrapped her arms around me, uninvited.We stayed there like that, quietly, just
This goes out to the mamas,raising the wild ones,the not to be tamed,the rare,the reckless,and the precious… you are shaping stardustinto human formminding moonlighttill its ready to instruct the tidesand light the nights do not expect the world to seeyour diamond in the roughsparklenot yetthey cannot but one daythey will be unableto take their eyes
You’re not for everyonebut you are most definitelyfor someone and when you find yourself caughtin the trap of ‘people-pleasing’remind yourself quicklythat you are ‘people’ too and further refresh your memoryby recallingthat pleasing everyoneis not possible it cannot be donejust like the sun cannot shineon all faces at once but when it doeswhen you are for
MAN-UP The world can be tough, for a boy who’s not rough, there’s much pressureto man-up and fight and the boys who shout loud,seem so very proud,to preach that this machois right and since boys may not talk,in the way that they ought,it’s a lonely old lifefor the gentle they hide their sweet thoughts,their tears
If one day I don’t remember, do not feel helpless.You will have much work to do.You must remember me enough for both of us.Write me down.Put the things that make me me, in a beautiful box, with my treasured photos and my joyous memories.Build my essence whole again with pictures, words, music, recipes.The things which
Love came first… You don’t move on after loss, but you must move with. You must shake hands with grief, welcome her in, for she lives with you now. Pull her a chair at the table and offer her comfort. She is not the monster you first thought her to be. She is love. And
You may think yourself lazy, or flawed. Yet your body is made of almost exactly the same elements as the stars. Your bone composition matches the coral in the seas and you, my friend, are ruled by the moon and the sun. Whether you like it or not. So no, you are not lazy, Nature
Don’t expect me to be where you left me,I can’t promise to wait for you there.I may not see the flowers you gave me,or the tears that will fall as you stare. I will be with the winds on the coastlines,embracing the mountains of snow.I’ll be rushing around on the hillsides,and lighting the fires that
When I go,
don’t learn to live without me,
just learn to live with my love,
in a different way.
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I left you a little white featherI placed it right there in your wayI wrapped it in love with a messageto let you know you’ll be okay I drew you a colourful rainbowIt followed your car for a whileI made it a beautiful rainbowI hoped it would show me your smile I flew down a
I walked with you today, I took the longer way.I made some time to tell you all the things I didn’t say.I spoke to you so softly and so often tears just flowed.I let you know my secrets, the stories you were owed. I gave you all my heart, as we walked the pretty way.I
I DIDN’T LIKE IT Maybe, we can be totally happy to ‘look our age’,but still want to look great? Maybe we can love to wear new make-up, buy the latest clothes and try new looksbut we don’t need anyone to tell us we look ‘younger’… As though that’s the goal. It’s not my goal my
Dear Friend, I don’t need you at your best when you come to my home. I don’t care what you are wearing or what car you drove here. I don’t care if there is food on your shirt and your hair is full of knots. None of that matters to me. I care about you.
Somewhere inside of you, is a little girl who needs a mother. Whether you have a mother or not, the need will always be there. Even if you never had one, if you didn’t experience that maternal love, there is a hole inside of you that perhaps, you didn’t even know you had. A woman
YOU DON’T JUST LOSE SOMEONE ONCEYou lose them over and over,sometimes in the same day.When the loss, momentarily forgotten,creeps up,and attacks you from behind.Fresh waves of grief as the realisation hits home,they are gone.Again.You don’t just lose someone once,you lose them every time you open your eyes to a new dawn,and as you awaken,so does
I said your hair looked amazing but what I really wanted to say was…“Your energy sparks a little bit of something in mine, your smile warms my heart, and when you laugh, I just have to laugh too, it’s like a bubbling stream of fresh water running through my soul. I feel like the sun
do that,whenever you can.Whatever gives your soul that lift and elevates you to a level of harmony, peace and contentment, chase it and grab it tight.Stop seeing your life as a chore to be dealt with everyday and start searching for gaps to put in blissful moments of joy.Nobody said life had to be this
WOMEN WHO LIKE THEMSELVES,give out a totally different light. It’s like pure unfiltered sunshine mixed with that headygolden-hour glow you only seem to find on holiday.As the sun takes its leave of the day and makes wayfor the promise of night. That light,which makes everything and everyone appear so much more beautiful, as the air
You know that feeling, when you have daily cleaned, cooked and prepared for a big family get-together or party?You bustle around doing everything and making sure everyone has a wonderful time and when you finally do get the chance to sit down and relax with your guests, it’s home time… Don’t let that be the
Not everyone will like you.Not everyone will agree with the things you say, or do.Not everyone will understand why you are who you are,which trials and tribulations made you stronger, weaker, braver.Not everyone will care enough to look beneath,peek behind,Or read between. That’s ok. Some people will. Some people will find you so fascinating that
LOVING YOURSELFis a big ask. To some it may as well be a mountain covered in treacherous ice.A journey too far, so overwhelming,that finding the start point can often seem impossible. Begin by showing yourself some slack every now and again,move into a healthy mutual respectand then maybe gravitate to treating yourself as you would
WHEN YOU LOOK BACK When you look back, may you never see the blaze of a life in ashes because you let your fear become your fortress, your flaws become your cage and your imperfect wondrous soul to be imprisoned in a tower of self-doubt. When you look back, may you never regret the
Somewhere along the way, the world split you in two.And you keep one half tucked away from eyes that may judge.The other half is presented every day like a mannequin, a puppet, a pawn.Going through the motions.And somewhere along the way you decided that this half of you was the one the world wanted.Maybe because
I’m in the rainI’m in the painI’m in the blood within your veinsI’m in the airMy favourite chairI’m in the soulful way you careI’m in the nightI’m in your sightI’m in your heart and holding tightI’m in the skiesThe children’s eyesI’m in your sobs and in your sighsI’m in your lifeThe cause of strifeAnd that
ONE TINY STEP When things get tough, really tough.And you don’t have the will, the answers or the energy to fight any more.There is only one way to go,Forward.One tiny, tiny step, at a time.If you can’t see the way forward, look, quite simply, for the very next step.Take that.You’re moving.One tiny step at a
Don’t prioritise your looks, my friend,they won’t last the journey.Your sense of humour though, will only get better.Your intuition will grow and expand like a majestic cloak of wisdom.Your ability to choose your battles, will be fine-tuned to perfection.Your capacity for stillness, for living in the moment, will blossom.And your desire to live each and
If I ever have to leave you love,Please know I didn’t choose it.You were my every waking thought,My world, I wouldn’t lose it. If I ever have to leave you love,Don’t think I didn’t fight it.If I had any choice at all,We would never be divided. If I ever have to leave you love,I truly
The french don’t say, ‘I miss you’, they say… Tu me manques…‘You are missing from me’. You are. Missing. I feel your absence as though it were avital part of my body that’s gone.A part of my body that I need very muchbut for some reason, I continue to live on. You are a vital
You were just in too much pain to keep on living.And I’m sorry that I didn’t see that now.I think your soul was just too bruised to keep on giving.And you had to take the pain away somehow. If I’d called you just once more, could I have saved you?Would my need to have you
Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to feel everythingSo deeplyLike the weight of the world is mine to bear. Sometimes I wish I was one of those who breezeSo freelyThrough the chaos and the crisis and the suffering. Sometimes I wish I didn’t come apart so easilySo spectacularlyBut the pain is often just too much
You were born not caring much,For the curves along your thighs.And it took you several yearsTo care a thing about your size. When you die, I’m kinda thinking.That your thoughts won’t stray to that.You won’t waste your final breath,To utter words of being too fat. Yet the years spent in-between,From your birth till you depart.When
There’s a woman in my mirrorAnd she looks a lot like me,Though there’s lines around her eyes,And her hair is wild and free.She is plumper than myself,And she is definitely grey.Did I miss the day this happenedHas she always been this way? And this woman in the mirrorHas an air of something calm,Like a tide
May your days be filled with laughter.May your chores complete themselves.May your mind have time to wander.To a sandy beach of shells. May your morning stretch be graceful.May your lunch be full of taste.May your inspiration find you.May no moment go to waste. May your lonely days be lacking.May your friendships linger strong.May your thoughts
The greys, the dimples, the rolls, the wrinkles,Don’t strip you of your grace.The lines, the weight, the clothes that pinch,Don’t steal light from your face. If you could see what I can see,Your world would open wide.The way your smile lights up the sky,The soul you have inside. The greys, the dimples, the rolls, the
Being a mother is wearing your heart outside of your body
History will remember when the world stopped, by Donna Ashworth
‘What’s it like to be a woman?” A little bird whispered in my ear. ‘Is it just like being human?’ Oh it is so much more, my dear. ——————————— We are the holders, we are the keepers, Of the secrets and the truth. We are the safe place in a storm, The creator of all
If you’re worried you’re not kind enough, Then you’re probably already so. Because kindness is within you, You just have to let it flow. It’s the wishing good on strangers, Even though your day is grey. It’s the smiling at the lady who Is getting in your way. It’s the little spoon of sugar, That
Don’t miss me more than once a day, For life is moving fast. Don’t wish all of your time away, Dreaming of the past. Don’t waste the moment looking at, The things I left behind me. I’m not within those walls or boxes The heart is where you’ll find me. Don’t dread to say my
Let’s all be a little more ‘Hilda’, I say Let’s squeeze so much joy into every day Let’s tackle new things with no fear of falling Let’s live for today and quit with the stalling Let’s show our true selves, in all of our glory Let’s remember each day, we are writing our story Let’s
There is little you can do to make everyone like you. Some people will see the real you, straight away. The you with the worries, the fears, the kind heart. Others will only see what you have that is not theirs. Or who you have. Or a life that sparkles a tad too brightly for
Have the courage To live as a whole To listen to your heart To talk to your soul To know who you are When others do not To look for the vibes To listen to thoughts Have the heart To shoulder the world To see that we’re one Whether man, boy or girl To understand
TO THE WOMAN with the full-time career, who occasionally feels the guilt of the life choices she has made… you are doing a great job. You’re an inspiration, keep on your path if feels right for you and don’t bow down to societal pressures until it suits, if ever. Young women everywhere will look up
FINE I’m balanced on a knife edge, running out of time. My heart’s exploding in my ears but still I say ‘I’m fine’. I’m hoping you won’t notice, yet praying that you care My world is turning inside out, no one can reach me there. I’m swimming for the surface, I’m using all I’ve left
