Words From The Soul
Than the taste of my hearts truth as it washes over my tongue and out my lips.
For years I allowed bitterness to brew, swallowing down the truths of my heart that made their way towards my throat.
My mind became the the jailer of my truth, as though on repeat I would hear
The way her heart radiates through her eyes, the way her soul greets you before her words ever do.
I look at her and I’m in awe of her strength.
The way it glistens through the cheekiness she can’t quite contain.
I look at her and I’m instantly infatuated, for...
I said as I plunged myself into the cold water, aching for reprieve.
Though the water could not grant me nourishment, it could not soothe the aching of my bones.
For my dehydration was not from the lack of days spent in the sea.
The drying out began when I stripped myself out of my soulskin, when I...
It gets to be easy has become the hum of my life lately.
A mantra on repeat in the back of my mind, embedding the reminder of the endless possibilities in life.
See I used to believe I was not made for an easy life, that if something good happened something bad was sure to follow, I was always...
The Sun and Moon dance in Pisces in the dark sky and I can hear the oceans the call.
It sings of treasure to be discovered in its depths, awaiting only those willing to face the immense pressure to retrieve it.
And oh how I ache to dive, to meet the shadowed reflections of...
I sit with my heart in a way it has always longed for me to, in a way I once feared.
Be scared but do it any way, the voice within me calls. And I wonder why is it that we fear connecting with the fullest expression of our hearts? Why is it that fear arises when we ask to witness the...
I’ve been reading over my past writings, pouring over the words that have poured out of me over the past nine years.
And I marvel at the way everything has changed, how many phases I have moved through over that time, how transformation has been my only consistency.
I fall in love all...
They say you die twice. Once when your soul leaves your body, and finally when your name is spoken for the last time.
So I will speak your name every day of my life.
And one day I will speak and they will hear your words through my mouth, and they will know you.
I always believed in soulmates.
A deep knowing that there were portions of my soul out there to be unlocked by another.
I relished the lessons I learnt from love.
Understanding that each time my heart shattered it healed stronger and wiser.
Yet I was not ready for forever when...
That on days the sun feels the sweetest, you will ache to have them there beside you to feel it’s warmth.
You never completely move on from a loss, you simply learn to step forward.
What I wouldn’t give to have even just 5 minutes with you now. To hear your voice and feel...
My Granny called me her ‘Lady of Shallot’, both enamoured with the poem I would write it out in the letters I sent to her.
A print of the majestic painting inspired by our beloved poem hung in my room as a child, now hanging in my healing room, it has always been my favourite.
I used to see others succeeding and honestly believe that meant there was no room for me.
Allowing self doubt and fear to rule my life, I would tell myself ‘well they’ve done it, so now there is not point in trying.’
It takes work, determination, patience, love, and time to...
Winter Love by my Grandmother Judith Wilder
Grandmother of Sirens, friend of Fae. She loved through poetry.
Loved with the depths of the ocean she bathed in everyday. Half earth half water, found her grounding by the sea.
Writing the words her depths contained, but decorum would not allow to...
Inspiration alludes me.
Bound by the pressure of perfection, I strangle my words, and suffocate my talent.
Thought process caught up in the unnerving cycle as I tell myself, I can’t write if it’s not post worthy, and nothing is post worthy if I don’t write.
So I sit here...
I am well versed in the language of grief. With a deep understanding of its ebbs and flows, I have learnt to accept that some days it’s okay to not be okay.
Grief so tightly woven into the tapestry of life, nothing remains that has been untainted by its touch.
Finding beauty within...
A slave to my depression, completely out of touch with my body and soul, I could not see life through my pain.
I share this with you now to show you, it does get better. That you can be consumed by darkness and shadowed thoughts, and still survive, and eventually thrive.
I share this with you now...
Be gentle on yourself through your healing process. Remember this journey will ebb and flow, healing is not linear, it cannot be confined to steps on a checklist.
Your healing journey is exactly that, YOURS.
Stop glancing your gaze to the side, stop getting caught up in others steps, TRUST in the...
When people come to me for a reading, sit before me, and see youth across my face, I see their eyes flicker with doubt.
As though spiritual growth has an age limit, and trauma is only mastered by the old. I see as they think, how could anyone under the age of 30 have any guidance to share.
“Never lose your childish enthusiasm, it’s the most important thing” this quote from ‘Under the Tuscan Sun’, always stuck with me.
Deeply rooted medicine, as though the saying reverberated throughout my timeline, I felt a deep calling to root into my childish nature....
I was a girl. Caught up in a religion I did not believe in, bound by the constraints of wanting to please, I was drowning.
It has not been an easy path to get to where I am today. It has been filled with tragedies and heartache, grief, trauma and disappointments, but a hell of a lot of love.
My best thoughts come in water. Certain I was part fish in another life, my husband often hears the phrase ‘I think I’m drying out’.
I ache for the sea. Unable to live more than five minutes drive from the shore, if I can’t smell salt in the air I struggle.
A gift from...
Eternally attracted to the broken. An internal need to fix in them, what I could never fix within myself.
Destined to see the best in people. An addict to potential, falling in love with who they could be, never with who they were.
I would love them as my imagined ‘best version’ of...
Formed at a young age and intwined with my personality, I need to be adored.
For years I said yes to things my heart screamed no to. I worked too many jobs, filled my time with toxic friends, because I believed my yes would make me the ‘good guy’,...
They spoke to me of soulmates, they told me one day you will find someone who makes you feel whole, who will love you on your darkest days and fill your life with light.
I told them, I’ve already four people who do that.