May 2026

And so, we arrive at the end of another month. I can’t comprehend how fast May has gone. I swear I blinked once and now it’s the 31st. There is a lot going on behind the scenes at the moment. Everything is packed up ready for the move and there have just been a LOT of changes and chaos. I have a newfound appreciation for not moving house. It is an underrated experience and I wish I had appreciated it more. Not being surrounded by boxes, what an absolute luxury, ha!

There is freedom in reaching a place where we no longer need to know exactly what comes next. After spending so long looking backwards, understanding what happened, mourning what was lost, and piecing together the person we have become, eventually our gaze begins to wander towards everything that might still be possible. Becoming is about stepping into that possibility. Not returning to an earlier version of ourselves, nor rushing towards some perfectly imagined future, but

There is something quietly reassuring about the way the world continues to begin again. No matter what yesterday carried, morning arrives without asking whether we are ready for it. Another day unfolds, another horizon appears, and with it comes the possibility that life might hold something we could not yet see from where we stood before. Still, The Sun Rises is about that quiet persistence. The reminder that endings are never the whole story, and that even after the chapt

There are experiences that change us so profoundly we wonder whether we will ever recognise ourselves on the other side. We carry their marks, we remember the weight of them. Sometimes we emerge softer than we had been in some places, fiercer in others, with parts of ourselves rearranged in ways we never expected. Unbroken is about the moment we realise that being changed is not the same as being destroyed. That everything we have endured can become part of our story withou

There is a beautiful moment when we stop looking back to measure how far we have come, and begin looking forward to imagine how far we might go. Brighter Horizons is about that shift in perspective. The return of possibility after uncertainty, when the future begins to feel less like something to endure and more like somewhere we might actually want to go.

Sometimes we do not realise how much of ourselves has grown quiet until something within us begins to stir again. It might begin as the smallest spark. A forgotten excitement, a returning curiosity, an unexpected moment of joy. Slowly, the parts of ourselves that seemed to disappear beneath everything we were carrying begin to find their way back to the surface. The Fire Returns is about that awakening.

Where The Tide Turns is about that moment. The quiet shift when survival begins to become possibility, when strength returns almost unnoticed, and we finally begin moving towards something rather than simply away from what came before. There may still be uncertain waters ahead, but something within us has changed. Perhaps that is where every new beginning truly starts, not when the storm disappears, but when we realise it no longer decides our direction.

There are things we cannot carry with us forever, some endings ask not to be fought, but mourned. To be given their place among the memories of who we were, what we loved, and the lives we once imagined for ourselves, before finally allowing them to rest. Betwixt The Roses is about the quiet ritual of letting go. Not erasing the past or pretending it held no beauty, but accepting that something can matter deeply and still belong to a chapter that has ended.

There are times in life when moving forward feels like pushing against a force determined to carry us backwards. Against The Current is about the strength we find in those moments. The quiet defiance of continuing when it would be easier to surrender to the direction everything seems to be pulling us, and the courage it takes to choose our own path when the easier one has already been chosen for us.

We may not always notice the exact moment it happens. But eventually, we look back and realise this was where the tide turned. April broke my heart, but May is here now, and as sure as the sun will rise and the tide will lap against the shore, I will thrive. So, figuratively and literally, this, for me, is Where The Tide Turns.