One of my favourite things in all the world is colour. I find it fascinating, deeply fascinating. I appreciate how it can influence mood and perception; how it strikes us in the most ordinary and e...

Wind is the promise of change Winding me up Freeing me momentarily To believe thing are possible Not a gentle breeze But the whipping of leaves and branches The smell of possibility carries Lying ...

This has been a month of slowness, and a little progress. WAITING, WAITING AND CRUNCHING, CRUNCHING As much as I have wanted to keep charging ahead, sometimes life has other plans. I briefed my de...

Rather than venture out We buy the outdoors in Can’t see the stars Can’t take a breath A placebo for losing ourselves Get out Get out of your brain Feel and see the depth Walk where others have (L...

FLOWER ATTACK! It's not going to surprise you to see this in my month in review. Honestly, about 70% of the images in my phone are of flowers. And trying to choose just one is too tough. So I went ...

I think it helps to know a little bit about the designer behind the designs, particularly of a small, local label. So here's a little more about me. What's your favourite movie? Who even has one a...

Night tremors Rippling through Rearranging the deck chairs Rearranging the way things happen So you no longer can see whether You are breathing or if it is the echo The memory of a breath You are s...

I spend an inordinate amount of time in my head. I have for decades - I don’t know whether it’s learned/reactionary behaviour, or if I was already walking the path. (And isn’t that a great example ...

Be wild But not too wild Be pretty But not too pretty Be sexy But not slutty Be independent But see yourself in relation to me and male societal dictates Be strong But feminine and fragile Be the y...

The voices of privilege should fall silent To listen those for whom privilege has been a spelling word (nod) But not a lived experience For whom privilege has been taken Or never shared Has been cl...

The weight of being seen Never in the way you want Is awkward and burdensome Ridiculous You know But the weight is a reminder of the hope Existing in the hollow Of the night

There’s a lovely tradition building for recognising the amazing loves of our lives in February. And no, it’s not Valentine’s Day. Let’s share the love for Galantine’s Day! No, I’ve never watched Pa...