Winter Love

Winter Love by my Grandmother Judith Wilder Grandmother of Sirens, friend of Fae. She loved through poetry. Loved with the depths of the ocean she bathed in everyday. Half earth half water, found her grounding by the sea. Writing the words her depths contained, but decorum would not allow to utter from her lips. She…

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Never lose your childish enthusiasm

“Never lose your childish enthusiasm, it’s the most important thing” this quote from ‘Under the Tuscan Sun’, always stuck with me. Deeply rooted medicine, as though the saying reverberated throughout my timeline, I felt a deep calling to root into my childish nature. With a constant pull into the dark depths of my soul, and…

I would fall in love with the idea of them.

Eternally attracted to the broken. An internal need to fix in them, what I could never fix within myself. Destined to see the best in people. An addict to potential, falling in love with who they could be, never with who they were. I would love them as my imagined ‘best version’ of themselves. And…

I have this unrelenting need to liked.

Formed at a young age and intwined with my personality, I need to be adored. For years I said yes to things my heart screamed no to. I worked too many jobs, filled my time with toxic friends, because I believed my yes would make me the ‘good guy’, fill me with their love, lift…