There are seasons in life where it feels like we’re standing still—caught in the quiet weight of regret. We replay decisions, wishing we had chosen differently, walked another path, become someone else. It can feel like we’ve been cheated out of a life that might have been better, fuller, easier. In those moments, we feelContinue reading “Right Where You’re Meant to Be”
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The Quiet Knowing: On Love, Purpose, and the Life We’re Meant to Live
There are days when simply getting out of bed feels like a quiet act of courage. Days when your energy runs low, your spirit feels thin, and the idea of continuing—loving, striving, hoping—seems almost too much to carry. In those moments, it can feel easier to let go, to loosen your grip on the lifeContinue reading “The Quiet Knowing: On Love, Purpose, and the Life We’re Meant to Live”
The People, The Pain, and the Purpose Behind It All
Sometimes people enter your life and, without a single word spoken, you feel it — they were meant to find you. Not by chance, not by coincidence, but with purpose. They arrive to shift something within you, to reflect parts of yourself you haven’t yet faced, to teach you lessons you didn’t know you needed,Continue reading “The People, The Pain, and the Purpose Behind It All”
A Letter to My Son: What I Want You to Remember If I’m Ever Gone
There are moments in life when we want to hold time still — to bottle up the laughter, the tiny hands, the whispered “I love yous” at bedtime. As a mother, I often find myself wishing I could protect my son from every storm, from every ache, from every lonely moment he may one dayContinue reading “A Letter to My Son: What I Want You to Remember If I’m Ever Gone”
My favourite time of year
Although outdoor activities are limited due to the coronavirus lockdowns, I can still say without doubt that spring is definitely my favourite season. I’m enjoying the warmer weather and the ability to be able to sit in the garden and watch the bees buzzing by as well as the beautiful butterflies flitting from blossom toContinue reading “My favourite time of year”
Mr Gibbous and The Wildling 