Home is where the heart is

Home is where the heart is

Home is where the heart is. But what if your heart is scattered and lost to you – pieces of it left with people and places along your journey? What then? Is home then everywhere, or nowhere? Who will protect you, hold you to their chest so you can feel their...
What’s mine is yours

What’s mine is yours

What’s mine is yours. What’s yours is mine. If I’m feeling your pain, it’s because I have that same wound. I’m right there with you, moving through it in my own way Photo taken at: Southern Province, Sri Lanka View in Instagram...
A gulf of faith

A gulf of faith

And maybe there will always be this gulf of faith, between what seems possible, and what does not. Maybe there will be hope which will outweigh the fear. Maybe, you will believe in what could be, rather than was has been. Maybe, you will come to know that the past has...
I am not here to be right

I am not here to be right

I am not here to be right. I am not here to make my version of the world better than yours. It makes no difference to me how you see the world, or yourself within it. What matters, maybe, is how we choose to see ourselves and the world: if we choose to see ourselves...
You’re not forever

You’re not forever

You’re not forever. You’re a piece of forever. You’re the one. Who pierces my heart and breaks it free. You’re not the only one. And the preciousness we share will be none the less precious for it. I know you. You know me. Don’t think for...