Here’s what you don’t say, “I sometimes wonder if the universe is a movie and if it’s really all about me.”

You don’t say, “I am still competing with everyone I competed with as a child.”

Or, “I fall in love a little with everything.”

You never say, “I think everyone else knows something that I don’t.”

Or, “I can be distracted when you’re not here, but not happy.”

And don’t ever say, “I just want you to cry like I cried.”

You never say the most important things. That’s the rule.

hello sunshine 🌞

It’s 6am and your curtains are swaying slowly.

The sun is up but the weather is a bit chilly.

You have no work today.

Jazz is playing while you can hear me tossing some bread and egg on the pan for breakfast.

There’s freshly squeezed lemon juice on the table waiting for you.

And after all this, you can go back to bed.

You are warm and at peace….!


Do you know who you are ?

and you have no idea, do you?
you forget, just like we all do:
how the sun sparkles in your smile like a symphony of a thousand beaded stars
how your tears water the tenderest roots of illuminated inspiration
how the softest parts of your heart are ruby treasures
remember, now—
remember soul.
sadness and loss and fire and pain, too.
it all weaves together when your eyes light up in remembrance of what a magical masterpiece your heart really is. ❤


Tears seem to have learnt a new way to navigate my face.

They tumble out of my eyes silently and without warning now. And there’s always another when I think they’re all done.

They run round the sides of my eyes, caress each eyelash and then spill over on to my cheeks. And rather than run, they drift like feathers on water towards my nose where I swear they try to get back to my eyes before relenting and finding mass comfort in my beard.

So I have a proud, wet beard now, full of sleepy little tears.

Hello World this is my first blog

Dear Soul,

I want to offer you a small gift. It may sound like a canteen, rattling with the metallic clang of empty words. And that is okay. Nothing I say can ever presume to guess how you are feeling at this moment. That would be far too arrogant. Just know that behind any word I have to offer is a lifetime of dust-ups, scrapes, bruises and even more failures, losses, and the occasional two-by-four beam that flattened my frame. Just know, I have felt the sting of abandonment, confusion and grief.

Please consider my thoughts with no expectation from me.

There’s nothing wrong with you, despite how it feels right now. There is nothing abnormal about who you are. You aren’t broken or incomplete. You don’t need to be fixed or repaired. You are a complete and whole person. Even if you feel abandoned or are abused, you are not broken. You are not a mistake.

Even if you have one more breath, you have one more moment worth of life. I believe in you, even if you don’t.

The universe believes in you, and one day, perhaps sooner rather than later, you will believe in yourself. 

There is no way I or anyone else can grasp how difficult your path has been. Very likely, your path has been far more difficult than mine. However, I can speak to my own life journey, and what I can say with certainty—life, even at its most rock bottom and irresolute darkness, isn’t the end of the world—it is, in fact, the beginning of life.

Some people will tell you that every broken thing in life can be fixed. We both know that some damage is irreparable. So, I won’t pretend otherwise. But even the pain that can’t be magically fixed, I have found, can be carried. You might even be surprised to find friends who are available to help carry debris that is too heavy to carry alone.

I love who you are right now. You are a perfect, fully formed being. And I love who you will become.

There will be changes, plenty of them, for sure. Still, you will be a perfect, fully formed being. If you can hold onto a hairline thin thread of truth about your worth, I promise, no matter the pain, healing will happen.

A smile will soon crease your face and your heart, and you too will feel the irrepressible lightness of being. 

And it will it will ring like a bronze gong in a sunrise sky. It will echo against hard, granite cliff sounding like something new, sounding like hope.

Finally, I ask that you hold onto this letter ’til it’s yellowed, creased and tattered with age. Open it again and again, on all your dark, rainy days. Read this letter till it falls apart, so you may walk forward into the rest of your days, helping others in their struggles, gifted by your words and deeds.

Love always,

Your Secret Friend