Don’t lose sight of your dreams


Life is busy and we all get stuck in the cycle of life, just don’t forget to take time to remember and reflect on your dreams…it’s important not to lose sight of what it is you want to achieve.

Don’t let anyone tell you, you can’t or it’s too hard. Follow your own path and if it gets hard, take time out to reflect on ways you can further yourself. I think we’re all so busy just surviving our days, that we often don’t allow time for reflection. Even if it’s 30 minutes a day, that you can dedicate to working towards your dreams, do it. Once you start aligning yourself with your visions and hopes, things will start coming into fruition.

Be authentic

Follow your dreams

Believe that anything is possible.

That no matter, how much someone tells you, you can’t achieve something, for whatever reason, that you can. I want to prove this not only for myself but for my children and other’s. After all we all have the power within us to achieve our dreams.




Fuck It

I wrote this poem, with tears in my eyes, for the words are real and raw. I’ve always struggled to believe in myself and especially my writing. But it seems I’ve turned a point in my life now and there’s no going back. I’m realising that I can write. And am going to, no matter what. So ‘fuck it’ can be my mantra. Because I’m moving out of my comfy home and into the wild 😜

Thanks to my dear friend Cassie for the mantra 💗

My Heart is a Wild Place


My heart

is a wild place


I dare not tread

with loud feet

and ungloved hands

My heart 

Is a wild place


I move in subtle rhythm

With soft-coloured eyes

behind lashes

My heart 

is a wild place


Words are seldom

with a mute tongue

Surrounded by lips like cherries

My heart 

is a wild place


Touch is sharp

with finger tips

and nails


My heart 

Is a wild place



and rose bush

twill in a wind

of frosty dew

My heart 

is a wild place


Once untameable


sleeps peaceful




tender tones

to tell a thousand words.


J.Calvert 2017

My Wild Heart


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