… Sacred love reunion …


My beloved said he knew how I felt about him when we first met because of the twinkle in my eyes. What an impossibly romantic thing to say to someone. And how impossible at all that we had to dance around each other for the next 8 months pretending to not feel anything. And how glorious now that we have discovered our love and moved into the light.

Big changes are coming. And we are facing them together. A oneness I’ve not experienced before. A comfort and knowing I hadn’t had the pleasure of being in possession of … until now.

I love him. “Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same”.


… God …


“I’m tired of being a skeptic, I’m irritated by spiritual prudence and I feel bored and parched by empirical debate. I don’t want to hear it anymore. I couldn’t care less about evidence and proof and assurances. I just want God. I want God inside me. I want God to play in my bloodstream the way sunlight amuses itself on water.” 
― Elizabeth GilbertEat, Pray, Love

… Purification of fire …


I’ve sat back and watched the happy little girls with their happy little lives with their happy little lies for so long and thought … what has that bitch got that I don’t.

Well what I have is a dose of reality for a start. Turns out you really do need to kiss a few toads before you find your prince. But that’s ok. I mean, if nothing else they’re practice for the real thing and you won’t make the same mistakes with the one that will matter in the end.

Hard to see that at the time though isn’t it.

Hindsight is a blessing and a curse.


It all seems worth it … the ugly love I’ve endured to get to where I am. I’m clear and real and true. And it led me to my beloved. Maybe I shouldn’t call him that so early on. But I will. My soul recognised his. And dare I say it, I love him.

It’s innocent, it’s deep, it’s exciting, it’s like waking up.


I’m so hungry. My beloved likes to cook but he’s with a friend. And I’m lonely for his touch and hungry for his kiss.