A soft place to land.
( heartfelt poems and tiny practices, sorted by how you feel today )
For the tea you drink while it’s hot, the little laughs from the next room, and the days you want to remember.
Softness is resistance
Slow isn’t lazy.
It’s choosing to be here for the moments that are already happening.
You don’t need fixing.
You need room. Room to feel the highs and lows without a checklist.
Your voice didn’t disappear.
It got quieter under everyone else’s needs. It’s still yours.
Softness is strength.
The kind that doesn’t need to prove itself to anyone.
How are you today, mama?
Choose what’s true right now, and we’ll find you a poem for it.
Browse the whole libraryFor the quiet after bedtime
40+ Seasonal Rituals for Autumn Evenings
The evenings are drawing in, aren’t they? Gentle rituals for the hour after school and the quiet after bedtime. Not a checklist, just permission to slow down.
How to Create a 5-Minute Poetry Ritual
For the days you feel yourself disappearing beneath everyone else’s needs. Five minutes, one poem, and a little of you back.
You Are Not Behind
For the quiet ache that settles in the evening, when it feels like everyone else is further ahead. You’re exactly where you need to be.
Lamp-lit November
This month’s invitation: when the dark comes in at four, light one candle or lamp before the big light goes on. Give it one quiet minute, phone down, and notice one warm thing.
Get the November invitationThe Sunday Letter
( from me to you, a moment of calm )
A handwritten letter from me, every Sunday. A cosy little moment of peace to open with your Sunday cuppa, for any woman who’d love one.
- I.A letter from me
- II.A poem for your week
- III.One mother’s voice, in a reader’s own words
- IV.A slow Sunday read from the blog
Your free gift
7 Poems & Practices for Slower Evenings
Seven evenings, from after tea to just before bed. A poem and a tiny practice for each, three minutes or less.
Completely free. One letter a week, no spam, and you can leave any time.
Words to keep close
Every Age Is Gorgeous
Written at kitchen tables and in the dark of night feeds, this is my collected poetry: more than 150 poems from the middle of motherhood and beyond. The golden ordinary days. The love that takes your breath away. The day you snapped, and the coming back.
Arranged by feeling rather than by date, so you can open it wherever your heart is today.
On Amazon. The hardback makes a lovely gift.
How to Soften into Motherhood in a Hardened World
Not advice. Not hot takes. A gentle path away from the “Supermum” performance and towards a soft, quiet, personal resistance.
“Every new Mum should be given a copy as they leave hospital, it just makes total sense.” A reader
Hello, I’m Sophie
Rooted in motherhood, written for every heart.
Poet, mother of two boys, and the one who lights the candles here. I started writing during 3am feeds, overcome by how much I loved them and how frightening early motherhood felt. This space grew from those pages. It belongs to all of us now.
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