Reflections from the heart.
Shared stories. Echoes of the soul.
An empty pen
Have you ever stared at a blank page, an empty canvas, or a silent room and wondered, “Where did my spark go?”
I’m a writer. I’m good at it. I enjoy it. Crafting sentences, finding ways to connect with my writer-self — it lights me up, ignites a spark deep inside that bursts into a glorious flame, a beautiful multi-coloured blaze, searing my words into each page.
Until one day, it stopped.
Letter to Mum
If you’ve ever lost someone dear, or feel the aching weight of absence in your life, you know the deep despair, the tortured heart.
Five weeks after my sister passed away, my mum left us quietly too, under the cover of night, years of suffering from a brain haemorrhage at an end.
She had stayed.
For my dad. For us.
The gift of choice
When someone you love is dying, have you felt the deep choice it brings — not just about them, but about how you live your own life?
How do you choose to live in those moments?
I was there when my oldest sister’s illness headed for its peak. The moment her face appeared on my phone, I knew death was coming — looking at me through her beautiful brown eyes. A choice point was reached.
Endings. Beginnings.
Are you feeling stuck between what’s ending and what’s yet to begin? You’re not alone.
For something to begin, something must end. For something to end, something must begin.
Endings and beginnings. An endless cycle. We all journey through it, sometimes easier, sometimes so much harder. And sometimes, we get stuck.