Be Kind

Kindness truly

can bring light,

like a beacon

on the darkest night, 

crinkled eyes 

from a genuine smile,

and a loving heart,

makes life feel worthwhile,

it can change a heart,

from black to bright,

heal a wound,

fix a fight,

being kind matters,

it can change a life,

heal cutting words,

that feel sharp as a knife.

I love you,

is easy to say,

but when it comes to kindness 

It can only be shown,

a light brighter than

you've ever known.

it can take away sadness,

and replace it with joy,

bring laughter,

bring hope,

and darkness

... destroy.

If kindness was given freely,

generously shared round, 

a nicer World,

we all would find. 

Bitterness and hate,

would be a thing of the past,

hope, love, laughter 

would truly last.

Kindness shows,

it beams,

it glows.

when it's shared,

it grows and grows.

A kind heart,

is richer than gold,

it can't be bought,

it can't be sold.

It doesn’t cost a penny,

it can be shared with many,

when love and kindness,

go hand in hand,

hearts grow bigger,

and stronger we stand.

Contacting The Power of The Wild Woman

Women Who Run with the Wolves was a book recommendation from my friend Sky who recently passed away. There's something special that happens when you read a book that feels like it's been written specifically for you. This was that book for me! If you've ever felt that nagging sense that you're living a watered-down version of yourself - too polite, too accommodating, too afraid to take up proper space - then this book might just be the wake-up call you've been needing.

Don't let the mystical title put you off. This isn't some fluffy self-help crap wrapped in crystals and good intentions. The writer, a psychoanalyst and cantadora (keeper of stories), uses ancient myths and fairy tales to excavate what she calls the "Wild Woman" - an instinctual, creative force that society has spent generations trying to domesticate out of us women. Through stories you thought you knew (but definitely didn't), she reveals the uncomfortable truths about how women have been conditioned to distrust their own judgment, apologise for their ambitions, and prioritise everyone else's comfort over their own authenticity. These stories changed how I see everything!

Bluebeard's Wife

Remember being told that curiosity killed the cat? This book flips this narrative entirely. The woman who opens the forbidden door and discovers her husband's murderous secret doesn't die from nosiness, in fact the opposite,  she saves herself through it. How many times have you swallowed your questions to keep the peace? This story is permission to be inconveniently curious about your own life.

La Loba, the Wolf Woman

She who gathers bones and sings them back to life. Your intuition isn't hysteria or overthinking - it's an ancient navigation system that knows which relationships, jobs, and situations deserve your energy and which are slowly killing your spirit.

The Red Shoes

Sometimes the very thing that once brought you joy can become a trap. That career path, that relationship, that version of yourself that served you brilliantly five years ago might now be the thing holding you back from who you're becoming.

Reading this book felt like uncovering parts of myself that I'd buried under years of being "sensible" and "agreeable." I can't promise that awakening your wild woman will make life easier (quite the opposite, actually), but it will become something far more valuable, authenticity.

My biggest insight... You belong to yourself first. Not in a selfish way, but in the recognition that you cannot pour from an empty cup. The woman who honours her own needs, creativity, and instincts doesn't become less caring, she becomes someone worth caring about. In an Instagram-perfect world where women are still expected to be everything to everyone whilst looking effortlessly put-together, this message feels more apt than ever,

Your anger isn't ugly - it's information. Your creative projects aren't selfish hobbies - they're essential nourishment for your soul. 

Your gut feelings about people and situations aren't paranoia - they're wisdom.

This book isn't a quick fix or a gentle pat on the head, reclaiming your wildness will likely complicate your life. People who benefited from a diminished version of you might not appreciate the upgrade. Some friendships may not survive your newfound boundaries, others may become stronger because of them. So, if you've ever felt like you're living someone else's idea of your life, if you've ever silenced yourself to keep others comfortable, if you've ever sensed you're capable of more than you're allowing yourself to express, then this book is absolutely for you. It won't teach you to be wilder in some rebellious way. It will teach you to trust yourself as deeply as you trust others, to stop apologising for taking up space in a world that belongs to you too. The wild woman within you has been remarkably patient, but she won't wait forever. The question isn't whether you're brave enough to answer her call... it's how much longer you'll make her wait.

Worth every penny and every uncomfortable truth.

Be Happy Now

I choose to be happy

I choose joy

Sadness be gone

Life don't last long

I can't sit in the dark

I praise the bright sky

Stop looking for reasons

To sit in and cry

My heart wants to be happy

My heart chooses joy

Right now is where I'm at

Not looking back

Living each day

Chasing the sun

Laughter and fun

Heavy be gone

My spirit is light 

Free like a bird

Taking flight

Doom and gloom no more

Fresh air and happiness 

Is what I adore 

Living happy 

Living free

Cuddles and kisses 

You and me

Loving deeply 

I'm doing fine

Living in the moment 

Appreciating time

Life is short

Happiness can't be bought

You've got to look deep

Inside your mind 

That's where you'll find

The Happiness inside 

Ghosted

When you're grieving someone you love,

it feels like part of you has gone missing too.

Like your heart has wandered off

trying to find them somewhere out there.

You keep going through the motions,

doing what you're supposed to do,

getting through each day,

but you feel like you're not really there.

You're the one who feels like a ghost.

Maybe that's exactly what's happening

maybe your heart is out there looking

until you find the person you've lost,

and they gently tell you it's time to go back home.

So when that empty feeling starts to lift,

when you begin to feel like yourself again,

maybe that's them telling you

to get back to living properly.

You don't need to stay lost in that empty space,

and you don't need to keep searching 

the people we love find their way to us.

And when they do, you'll know it in your bones

Letting Go

There comes a time to let things fall,

To drop the weight we've carried, all

these years of hurt and stories old

that keep our hearts from being bold.

It's scary, this release we crave,

The anxious leap, the step so brave.

Our minds cry out, "Don't let me go!

Stay safe with what you think you know!"

That voice inside just wants us whole,

It thinks it's playing the hero's role.

It loves the same, the tried and true,

Won't trust what might be fresh and new.

But when we breathe and feel our way,

And listen to what hearts might say,

We find that letting go's not loss,

It's crossing to what matters most.

The unknown isn't something feared,

It's where our truest self is cleared.

Where we can flow like rivers do,

And finally become what's true.

A poem for a poet

I'm sad, 

I feel bad,

I miss you, 

friends for years,

so many tears,

they stop, 

they start,

It hurts, 

my heart.

feeling numb would be better,

a letter,

a reason,

a call,

out the blue,

can't sleep,

can't switch off,

so many emotions,

you were so full of fun,

a playful child,

completely wild.

we clicked, 

straight away,

and from that day,

a bond grew strong,

and now you're gone.

Guilt,

anger,

frustration,

I miss your laugh,

your voice of reason,

your opinion,

advice,

just voice notes left,

messages unreturned,

my eyes burn,

tears keep falling,

no use in calling,

you're no longer there.

I feel such despair 

grief,

hard to bear.

You filled life with light,

fire,

delight,

endless conversations,

putting the world to rights,

breakfast discussions,

repercussions,

rewards.

I wasn't there,

when you needed my care,

tears blur my eyes,

you can't hear my cries,

I wish you were here,

my friend,

to the end,

gone far too soon.

not knowing why,

my beautiful colourful,

crazy friend Sky 

💔

Sky

Sky,

Your memory will always stay with me - the bright moments you brought to my life, the way you lived so genuinely. You were always full of spirit, fun and virtue. Stubborn in the best possible way, and always pushing me to be better and to care more deeply.

Everything feels darker without you. Yet somehow, your brightness still manages to shine through when I think about you, the adventures we had, I laugh remembering your cheeky ways, then tears come as I realise all over again that you're gone.

We all go through hard times. You knew that well. When things seemed hopeless and we felt alone, you showed me that together, we could get through even the toughest moments. The darkness I'm facing now you're gone is bringing up old wounds. But you taught me that we're stronger when we stand together. This lesson from you, Sky, I'll never forget. "One becomes many, many become whole" - I will get through by connecting, and caring as deeply as you always did.

Your loving heart continues to teach me, even though you're gone I can almost feel you nudging me forward, encouraging me to find light even in these darkest days. You are truly loved and will always be remembered with a smile.

Maggie