Wake up!




Wake up


World shakers,

oppose injustice and oppression.

Weapons of mass compassion

seem useless in this turmoil.


Wake up.

The Spirit is calling us.

Wake up, children.

Resist the comfort,

seek out the awkward,

uncomfortable moments.


Do not throw

first stones.

Feel the heaviness.

Feel the prejudice.


on the sand-drawn line.

Don’t be a barrier;

Be a safety net.


Our home,

not here,

not condemned,

not forgotten.

Wake up.

Shake history;

Be planet changers.


Wake up.

Boldness strikes like a lion.

Do not stalk mistakes,

but be courageous

against the

wrong of the world.


The earth absorbs

our tears.

Plant in the sorrow

of today;

Buds bloom tomorrow.

It is time;

a new season is upon us.

We are here

for such a time as this.


Undo the shame

Bend on one knee





Breathe in the Spirit;

Breathe out justice.

Show the Way,

Speak Truth,

Give Life.


Wake up

hear THE roar.

Wake up

see THE kingdom.


Build it here

amongst uncertainty.

Lift the Cornerstone,

build the foundation.

Don’t let it fall

between screams of hatred.


Be hands and feet

of Jesus,

but don’t carry the nails.

Let hatred stay

in the piercings

of the Cross.

There is no place here

for darkness.

Victory lives.


Wake up

our anthem,

mantra of existence.

Don’t stand for something

less than our destiny:

We are all


sons and daughters;

We are all


images of God.


Wake up.


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Posted by on June 2, 2020 in Poetry, Writing


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Broken Seashells

Broken Seashells





Broken seashell on the surface

I don’t want to be a burden

But may I sit with you

And listen to your story?


You tell me of your grand adventures

And how amazing the world was

You tell me of how you were called beautiful

And many would admire you 

You tell me how storms would hit you and at first it was okay

But then the storms kept coming and battered you until you broke

You tell me how that first piece that broke off tore your life apart

And how it made the storms harder to withstand so eventually you gave up

You tell me how you let the current take your broken self

And landed on this beach with other broken shells

You tell me how the number of broken shells surprised you

But then remembered how you came to be

You tell me how so many would walk down the beach looking for beautiful shells

And you were never picked

You tell me how you wanted to be in a jar

A symbol of worthiness and beauty. 

You tell me how you longed to be seen

You tell me how you sank into the sand to be forgotten 


Well, my friend, you are not forgotten. I see you.

I do not see your brokenness but a journey.

I do not see your ugliness but your character.

I hear you. I hear the joy you experienced and the pain you suffered.

I hear the defeat in your voice and longing to be wanted. 

I am here to tell you, broken shell, that you are beautiful and wanted.

Come with me and share your story with the world. You are worthy.



Dedicated to the broken shells in the world: you are beautiful, you are wanted… you are worthy.

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Posted by on May 10, 2020 in Poetry, Writing


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Hey Blue Bird

Hey blue bird,
My friend
You return to me
skipping and twirling
Between air and earth,
taunting, alluring,
creature of sky and ground.
You have no sound
except for your soul’s other
heard across heart planes.
Your delicate body renders
powerful strides
accurate and precise
Flying through the sky.

Hey blue bird
do you see
the beauty
you give to me
In this world?
A moment to forget
loneliness and regret,
consuming my warmth.
Your cheer
provides me
Simplicity of life
Serenity of my
existence and being.
Who other than you?

My friend,
seen and unseen
Freely lighting
Red footsteps on earth
following you
Blue wings twirl
flitting through air
as each pair
cut space and time
Warmth and light
Ever intertwined
Connect one another
Red and blue
and blue and red
Warmth and light
Air and earth
Can we discover
our existence through
each other?

Hey blue bird don’t go.
I don’t want to return,
looking at the greyness of people.
The hues of your wings
lift the heaviness of my soul.
Allow me to escape
into your world of colour.

Will you let me, My Friend,

Dance on your blue feathers again?

Blue Wren

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Posted by on March 13, 2018 in Poetry, Writing


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How Often, My Friends?


I know it has been a long time. I have thought many times to come on here and update, but, alas, time has swept away from me. During these past several months, I have been so busy… with life. Too many details to share here, but I would like to let you know that I have been writing quite a bit and have several things I would like to publish on here soon. Poetry, short stories, other musings. It will all be coming soon, so I apologize for the delay in my update.

In other news, I saw some spectacular theater the other night. I saw Othello by Shakespeare at the Pop-Up Globe. I have long been a Shakespeare fan and seeing live productions of his plays is always a good time, but this production of Othello by the Queen’s Company was superb. I absolutely enjoyed it.

I laughed. I cried (really.) I booed and hissed at the villain and cheered for the good guys. I was silenced when the good were murdered and bad exulted. Yet, through all of these emotions within 2.5 hours, I found myself looking into a mirror of today’s world. How relevant Shakespeare’s plays are in modern life!

Jealousy, envy, doubt, division, racism, sexism, drunkenness, deception, love, betrayal, trust… Every theme, every emotion played a part not just in the play I saw but in the world I live in. Perhaps that is what Shakespeare wanted to convey to his audience in his more serious productions: the ugliness of humanity.

Of course there is beauty and passion and art in humanity, but we sometimes try to cover our hideous nature with that of something better (or fake). I believe, however, that we must look at the ugliness of ourselves sometimes and Othello does this beautifully by gradually taking its audience from the beauty into the ugly, from the light into the darkness, from love into hatred. It is so gradual, in fact, that it is not until the second half that you realize the underlying doom is slowly sinking into your heart.

That is what made and still makes Othello amazing and relevant today. How often does this happen to us in our own lives? How often do we listen to someone else’s opinion and it slowly turns into our own? How often do we go through life and never realize the despair engulfing us until it’s almost too late? How often do we believe the darkness over the light and trust the inherent bad in others rather than accepting that some are simply good?

How often, my friends? How often is too often? How often is enough?


Pretty Little Fool


Some say I am a fool

A foolish little girl

That I live in a dreamland

High in the clouds


Some say I am a fool

A foolish little girl

Too young and naive to know

Sheltered from the world


Some say I am a fool

A foolish little girl

With feet above the ground

And a head beneath the sand


Some say I am a fool

A foolish little girl

Who doesn’t know real life

The pain and deceit of people


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Posted by on April 13, 2017 in Poetry, Writing


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Best of You


“I’ve got another confession my friend, I’m no fool. I’m getting tired of starting again somewhere new.”*

How often have I heard or seen someone tired of starting again? How many times have I heard of a friend unhappy in a relationship or lack thereof?

In a world where we rely on technology and people to show us how to live our lives, is it any wonder so many are unhappy? We turn and look at the person next to us, comparing what they have with what we’ve got, and then we turn and look at our smartphone to see what the world has that we do not.

We bury ourselves in things that should make us happy based on others’ thoughts, but does it really? Is that new outfit going to fulfill your heart? Is that late night going to make up for a bad day or just make you temporarily forget? What happens when you wake up and still feel the same?

The truth is that we turn so much that we forget to look straight ahead in a mirror. We forget to look at ourselves. What makes us happy, what gives us enjoyment, what motivates us. The fact is, it isn’t a ‘what’ but a ‘who’. We are our worst enemy and yet we forget that we are our best friend as well. By looking at ourselves in the mirror, perhaps one of those times, we can see who really matters and really see the only person who can change our lives and make us happy.

Every day is filled with choices. Some people have more choices than others, but there are still choices nonetheless. But, you see, there’s another question that bothers me even more.

“Is someone getting the best of you?”*

I think this goes beyond making our own happiness, because in so many instances we choose to make ourselves unhappy. We choose a path that leads somewhere we feel more certain about, rather than leaving the path and going on our own into an adventure. Perhaps some people are not naturally adventurous, but why do we consistently choose a path that we already know doesn’t make us happy? Maybe we aren’t unhappy, but true happiness, not a life of complaining and daydreaming of something else, is what we really wish for. Has happiness really become so unbelievable for some people that they would rather wake up ‘okay’ each day? Isn’t there more to this short life on earth?

So this is for all of my friends who are searching and losing and who are frustrated and feel unloved. This is for you, who think it’s ‘good enough’. I’m here to tell you that it isn’t and it isn’t working. Look in the mirror. You are beautiful. You are unique. You. Only you.

Only you can know your heart. Only you can know your happiness. Only you can know what is the best of you.

The best of you. That part of you that gives someone a light in their eye, that shines from you when you walk into a room, that makes others want to know, ‘What makes that person so different?’ The best of you.

Only you know what that is and only you can give the best of you away. If someone does have the best of you, then hold onto that thought and let it fill you with happiness. Don’t take it for granted. If not, then you’ve answered your long list of questions. Go and be you. No one else can. There is only one of you.

So I will ask again:

“Is someone getting the best of you?”*





*Lyrics by Foo Fighters


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Pure Blood

Just a reminder that you can download my first book for FREE here.

I am currently editing the second book to this series and hope to have it out by mid-year. The third book in the series is almost complete as well so keep an eye out for both this year!

Pure Blood cover FINAL

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Posted by on February 18, 2016 in Pure Blood, Writing


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Things I Love About Australia

(more particular, Melbourne)

Last time I wrote about the things I miss about my home country. Now I would like to spend some time on the things that I love about where I currently live.

  1. Relaxed Attitude

I love the mentality that there is more to life than working. Work hours are reasonable (sometimes with a 10am start) and as are lunch breaks. I do not believe in living to work. There is more to life than just paying the bills and I think most Australians have realized this. Perhaps the relaxed attitude can go a bit far (especially in some places, ahem, Northern Queensland), but I think it is better to err on the side of relaxed than the side of stressed.


  1. Café Culture

Oh the coffee! I am a coffee lover and even though my favorite coffee and brewing technique (i.e. Colombian) is not easy to come by, I still enjoy having a cuppa in a café. Melbourne is littered with cafes! One my street alone, there are more than twelve. Twelve! That’s crazy! But I must admit that I love it! I love going to my local café and sitting down to read or write or just watch the birds and people walk by. It is the perfect lazy afternoon. The café culture is so strong here, that when I went to Sydney, nothing compared. There is just something about Melbourne where hundreds of cafes can thrive. Everyone loves their coffee here!

  1. Coastal Living

Need I say more? I am a beach junkie and if I had the choice, I would live in my bathers (i.e. bathing suit). I love how the majority of Australians live on the coast and most cities are built near the shore. This helps the relaxed mindset, I believe, and brings us closer to our natural roots: the ocean. I am not very demanding but I must live near the ocean. It does something for me that nothing else can…


  1. Being a Woman/Mom

I am not a mom, but I am a woman and that means that I am concerned about certain things. Australia is going in the right direction in terms of maternity leave, breastfeeding in public, and an overall attitude about women. Sure, the whole world needs to work on this topic, but Australia is trying, and that is more than some other countries. My biggest congratulations for Australia? Maternity leave. When I realized the difference between here and my home country, I was appalled. 2-3 months compared to 1-2 years? Are you serious?! Is it really so much to ask to be a working mom but still have a good relationship with your baby? (Deep breath.) Enough said.

  1. A Livable City

I live ten minutes from the city centre and yet, I walk out my door to a large park/forest. Melbourne is known as the Garden City and it’s no wonder. There are parks and green spaces everywhere! It’s the best of both worlds, where you can enjoy all that a city can offer with places to still ‘get away from it all’. It is perfect for someone like me, who loves the natural side of things but would still like to go to a concert without driving two hours.


So that’s my top five for Australia (and Melbourne). It is truly a great place to live. No country or city is going to be perfect, I realize that, but realizing the good and bad in everything helps my perspective and things that I value more than others.


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Posted by on February 6, 2016 in Unknown to this World


Things I Miss About the US

Living abroad for over four years now, there are things I miss about my home country: USA. I have read numerous expats’ homesick lists and decided to make my own. Aside from obvious things, such as missing family and friends, I will include the top 5 things that I miss the most about living in the US. These are not in any particular order.

1. Food

Melbourne offers fantastic international cuisines, especially of the Asian sort, which I could never have gotten in my small-town America, but that’s not what I mean. I miss the idea of sitting down in a nice restaurant and not paying a fortune (i.e. Olive Garden, Applebee’s). I miss the sports-themed restaurants that weren’t trashy, but for the whole family. I miss “easy” food (i.e. Chipotle, Panera), where you didn’t quite go to fast food but it’s still “fast”. I miss REAL Mexican food.

Of course there are specific foods I miss (like Pistachio pudding for making Watergate Salad. Yum!), but the biggest things I miss about America are free refills, complimentary bread baskets, and drinks included with meals. Oh my goodness, why can’t my drink be included with the already over-priced lunch menu? And why must I order a $15 appetizer when all I want is to munch on cheesy bread?

The food selection is great in Melbourne, but I miss the way that eating out is in the US. It satisfies me completely, without an empty wallet.


2. Shopping

This category encompasses many things, from customer service to paying with cards. In America, you can pay for anything and everything with a card and there are no minimum spending amounts for this luxury. In Australia, almost every place (except big stores) has a minimum you must spend in order to use your debit/eftpos card. Why? I still haven’t figured this out. It actually affects the way I shop. For example, sometimes I just want to get a coffee on my way to work, but I know exactly which cafes accept card and which cafes have a minimum. I will gladly choose a café with none of those rules, even if the coffee isn’t as great. Why? Convenience. I hate carrying cash, because I spend it more.

The other thing is store hours. The city is a ghost town by 5pm every day, and even earlier on the weekends. I understand that it is nice that people don’t have to work past a certain time every day, but sometimes I really need cold medicine at midnight or a random trip to get ice cream at early hours. Even the supermarkets close at 10pm, when I use to love doing shopping between the hours of 11pm-12am. I won’t even go into my evening coffee fix. Why does no one believe that someone could want good coffee (not from McDonald’s) after work?

Customer service… Customer Service… Customer service. I really don’t think I can say much on this without going into an outright rant.

The last thing I miss about shopping is the online shopping (and mostly free shipping). I miss the availability of items and not expecting to pay more than your shopping bag’s worth in shipping. It is depressing, sometimes, to look on Amazon and know that you can’t have something, because the shipping would cost too much.

3. Banter & Stranger Talk

This is something people do not understand here. I miss the people. I miss opening the door for someone at the bank and they talk about the weather or the construction on Main Street. I miss shop clerks asking about my day while I buy groceries. I miss the general attitude of people walking down the street, smiling and giving you a compliment. I miss being able to do the same without getting that weird look that I’m crazy or about to ask for money.

I once asked a coworker how her trip to the US was and what she liked and didn’t like. I enjoy knowing how foreigners look at my home, but something she said surprised me. She told me that the one thing she really didn’t like was that complete strangers would talk to her. It freaked her out. I was shocked and told her that was one of the things I missed MOST about home. I think we were both in disbelief that the other would like/dislike something like that.

I miss the politeness, the laughing, the making of friends easily. I miss getting jokes and making jokes and sarcasm. (I don’t know if it’s just my sarcasm but some people find it rude here.) I miss the culture, the sports (American football!). I miss belonging.


4. Reading the Newspaper

Oh, how I miss reading the newspaper! During my university years, I would read three papers every day: the local, the State, the Country. I miss being able to read ACTUAL news and relevant things happening. I miss this SO much, because I prefer it over television news. I can’t even buy the paper here, because there are basically two kinds (both on opposite political spectrums) and the big news stories are about a puppy or an old headline with a new twist. Not to mention the advertising. It covers a WHOLE page sometimes, while the news article is shifted to the side. It’s more like reading a fashion magazine than an actual newspaper.

5. American Optimism

I miss the American can-do attitude that we seem to have. I didn’t realize this was a thing until I left. People are generally more optimistic about everything: weather, sports, future, etc. We have a go-get-em way of life and we never give up on our dreams, no matter how unrealistic. I love this.

There are small things I miss on top of these major 5, but I decided to stick to the biggest things that make me homesick while living abroad. This list is just my opinion and what I miss most, which may differ from other expats. Oh and one more thing I miss: Good ol’ American patriotism.


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Posted by on November 24, 2015 in Stream of Consciousness, Travel


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The Coffee Cupboard Cafe


There are not many times when I am surprised with the flavour of my coffee but, boy, this place sent my taste buds into a party. I had started a new job for the Christmas season and was doing my training in a suburb far from mine. Therefore, I needed to find my coffee fix and fast so I googled nearby cafes (as we do) and found this little gem.

The Coffee Cupboard doesn’t look like much on a street that is trying to renovate their look, but the inside is pleasantly warm and cozy, like that perfect throw on a winter’s night.


It had enough seating for a nook and was clean and inviting. The tables were littered with coffee facts and magazines, while they politely advertised their coffee selections.


After making small-talk with the barista (was he the owner?), I ordered their house blend in the form of my go-to coffee: the flat white. Then I sat down after the barista told me that I could pay after I finished, not before, which is what I like in a cafe, because it creates a consumer-owner relationship rather than a fast food joint ready to get everything out of you.


I flipped through a few coffee magazines as I waited for my flat white and then the barista delivered this beautiful stoneware mug to me, with a perfectly shaped heart. It was the taste, however, that gave me a punch. It was the best coffee I have had in Melbourne and this is not an exaggeration. I have never had a coffee as smooth, as sweet, and oh so perfectly brewed as this in Melbourne. It was beautiful.

I could go on and describe how wonderful this coffee was (compliments to the barista as well), but I feel you just need to go and taste it for yourself. I only wish it were closer to the city.

Without further ado, let’s get into the rating of this cafe:

  • Proximity: ☕☕☕
  • Quality: ☕☕☕☕☕
  • Price: ☕☕☕☕
  • Atmosphere: ☕☕☕☕☕
  • Service: ☕☕☕☕☕
  • Creative Connectivity: ☕☕☕☕☕

Total Rating: ☕☕☕☕ +.5

This cafe would have gotten a perfect 5/5 if it wasn’t in the suburbs and difficult to get to for people unless you are a local. I have already talked about the coffee so I will just mention that the cafe itself was a great space for writing. It had plenty of natural lighting, space, and a welcoming atmosphere. I would go here to write everyday if it were in my suburb.

Some fast facts about The Coffee Cupboard:

  • Coffee: $4 (50¢ extra for soy)
  • They don’t have a website but do have a Facebook page.
  • Their address: 37 Puckle Street, Moonee Ponds
  • I’m not the only one raving about their coffee: Reviews
  • Oh, the coffee!


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Posted by on November 14, 2015 in Australia, Cafe Culture


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