Photograph – The Twelve Apostles, Victoria, Australia.Read More “Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.” – C.G. Jung
In the past couple of months, I’ve not only been letting go, but letting it be, accepting all that was, and all that is no longer. The focus then shifted upon me and my Self, and our relationship. I have for so long rejected my Self. Stifling, dismissing, her dreams, her aspirations, her desires, her […]Read More When I Committed (Finally)
When it happened, my friends, even his parents, they asked me, how? How could he have loved you so? They saw it, the mutual respect, the admiration, the happiness. How could he have done so much, said all those things? They heard it, said with such resolute. When? When did it all dissipate? When did […]Read More After He Leaves, What’s Left?
I’ve always loved taking photos and making videos. My dad is into photography and I happened to catch his love for it. I had this incessant need to capture every moment, to almost remind myself that I was in fact alive. Like the time we were 14. We went ute surfin’ in our pjs. J […]Read More When I Just Loved
For the majority of the past four years, I haven’t been easy to love. Not because I wasn’t deserving of it, but because I had convinced myself that I wasn’t. I existed in a self induced isolation, the perfect setting to indulge in self loathing. I didn’t directly push people away, I simply made it […]Read More When I Was Hard To Love
Five years ago. I ran and I didn’t look back. When I was there, I still wanted to run. To the next bus, next town, I couldn’t bare to sit still. I told everyone I was there to find myself, until I realised that I was there to lose myself completely. I wanted the world […]Read More When I Ran To India
You are here, without another. No we, no us, just me, just I. You thought you’d be broken without – yet here you are, piecing yourself together.Read More Here you are, my love
When I told my friends of his decision, they asked whether he was having a midlife crisis, stress at work maybe, or was there another woman, anything to support me. But, none of this could dilute the fact that he had made a decision, his own decision. My friends were angry, but why wasn’t I? […]Read More When I Knew The Greatest Love