My heart yearns to be with my elder sisters again. Just to hold them, share coffee with them, laugh with them and indulge in a little reminiscing. Yes … just to see their smiling faces looking at mine; being known completely, and loved unconditionally.

Living where I am, I have access to beautiful white, squeaky sand beaches. It here, walking along the beach with the waves rhythmically breaking and pounding that I feel at home. Something calls me to where I belong, my heart settles, my breathing becomes easier … slower … and everything falls into place. Somehow I enter where I began, where I am, and where I one day will be, all at the same time. Yes, I am truly home.

Ode to yellow
Mellow yellow which finds itself
in the centre of things
Like the heart of a daisy
or the inner spiral of a
frangipani.
Rich and soft in colour and
music

The dream which lives on in me, is that I may provide a space for others to meet with themselves and their God on a truly intimate level. This space is one of hospitality and spaciousness.

There is a voice which is speaking to me so gently yet strongly at this time, and that is the voice of nature. Rains have turns brittle brown grass into a soft carpet of green. My bare feet feel the goodness of this blessing as I drift through my garden, invigorated by the joy nature so freely brings.