Clarity in Muddied Waters

A Messianic Journey Through Pen and Peace. Writing from the Stillness Within.

Category: The World

  • The banksia. A striking flower. A well of knowledge. A mirror that reflects all the paths I’ve walked down, all the doors that I’ve opened on this journey. My feet wander on, eyes, mouth, ears opened, soaking in the voices. The voices that talk to me, lead me, tell me stories of old and new.…

  • Years ago, in Gallipoli, Young men fought for you and me. Digging their trenches, and living it rough, It’s the least to say that conditions were tough. But on they fought, body’s weary, Life didn’t seem very cheery. But when the war was over at last, Something happened, quite a contrast. On Flanders field which…

  • Time slips by like sand through my fingers; I desperately try to stop the grains leaving, my scrabbling fingers reaching out, until I know it’s too late. Moments come and go, leaving me with only seconds to figure out my next steps. I tread gently, careful not to wake the minutes that already leave briskly.…

  • No. No. No. My reflection ripples, teasing me. I bite my already bitten lip, as my chin quivers. My eyes dart. I take in what’s on the surface of my mirror. My frizzy, untamed hair. My squinting eyes placed smack bang on my way-too-round face. My fatty thighs standing next to each other like two,…

  • Hey everyone! As you probably know, photography is a pretty big thing in the world📷. It can be a wonderful job for some people, express emotions, and be an outlet for bottled up feelings🤣😍🥺. I am not particularly talented at photography, but along side many others, I enjoy it🤩. I like to capture little moments…