Love? What does that even mean? I have come to believe it is a continual choice to stand firm and dig deep no matter the trial.
This ANZAC Day, as we remember the men and women who sacrificed so much for us on foreign soil, let us reflect on the greatest gift of love.
A light hearted fractured fairytale. A poem.
A Winter Break at the beach for me is a time to rest, recalibrate and reboot. A poem
To suffer pain and loss is a universal experience. But how we grieve is intensely personal. A poem.
Humility is like a dessert. Best served in small regular doses. A poem.
Living life on the land is a dream come true. But the realities can be harsh. A poem.
It’s a club I’m honoured to be a member of. It’s a road I’ve been blessed to walk. A poem.