The jumbled thoughts of a 23 year old trying to follow Jesus, be the person I was created to be, and learn from the numerous mistakes I make along the way. Moving on from the wilderness.

But you like it that way. The inner sanctum of me. I can only cope with. Why do I stage your gauzy dreams? In a smoky haze. Monday, 27 July 2015. To be out of synch. That her reality was strung. May have begun in India. The mask of all I was.

Never Too Late To Love. We make 1960s inspired songs in a disused nuclear bunker, recording straight onto 8 track with one ribbon mic.

Poetic Book Reviews forgotten quotes that sparkle. These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination. So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. F Scott Fitzgerald - The Great Gatsby. We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.

Beyond the crumbles and webs of life. Saturday, 15 August 2015. A child with dreams from Sweden. A saint working in Zinder. Each stanza is centre-aligned so that the finished poem is diamond-shaped. Details of her life and work are HERE.