My tiny apartment smells like flowers. Freesias, to be exact. They gift the most beautiful fragrance. I wake each morning to a riot of birdsong, and sometimes a light shroud of mist hovers over the tops of the trees in the ravine below my windows. I am at peace, I am filled with gratitude, and my heart is full of love. On Wednesday, Beltane, I began university full time. A seed I planted, an investment in my future. Careful steps towards a career. I’m back in my apartment, and though I managed just fine while I was out, I can’t… View Post

Those of you who know me, or who have been reading these posts for a while, know that this year has been a year of recovery. I’ve learned so much about myself; what I’m capable of, what is truly important to me, what I need to feel safe and secure. I’ve built my life again from scratch. I’ve found new ways to understand myself and the people around me. I’ve even tried dating again, sort of. There was a lovely relationship that happened too soon. There were several wonderful and exciting people who didn’t quite fit. And now, well…I’m not… View Post