When I’m feeling exhaustipated (my new favourite word) – the horrors that step through my thinking door!
beauty often begins in chaos
Panic gripped my being
Fear clenched my heart.
Timid eyes touched by sadness, enforced by determination, brimming with a quiet strength. Silver grey hair shimmering in the dimpled light.
An indescribable flow of connection, energy and chemistry
An epiphany as prolific as Santa bursting forth from the depths of the pool suddenly
respect yourself to..
eat the live frog
We have vampires and storms