Shoe, Who do you belong to? How is it that there is only one of you, And not two? Forgetting both, that seems like a thing I’d do. But to lose one only, half of a pair, seems almost too odd to be true. I wonder if your owner will miss you, Return to collect […]
Month: December 2018
Creative Christmas Magic
It always surprises me, how often I will simply fall into a piece of writing. How my creative self leads me without my even being conscious of it most times. At the moment I am winding down physically and relaxing more. Partly this is due to impending Christmas celebrations, and also because due to a […]
Adventures Over the Sea – part 1
I recently found some old notes which I had planned to turn into some sort of memoir/record of our holiday to New Zealand, back before we knew we were going to come and live here. Even as I started writing about it all, things were changing for us, we were making the push to move […]
Writing when you don’t have time to write
(A checklist to help you when you don’t have much time to read either!) Finding time to write can be difficult, but it’s not impossible. Ask yourself – Why do you want to write? What are you writing about? What are your goals? Who is your intended audience? It could be that you simply want […]
Razor Rebellion and Fearless Friends
I need to mow the lawn again. If our landlord comes around, he won’t be happy. The phrase, “grows like a weed” is especially appropriate here, given that most of it is weeds. But honestly, I rather like the wildness of it; the messy, random, “not-keeping-up-with-the-Jones’s-ness” of it. A small piece of rebellion in the […]
Terpsichore
As my dearest Nana once used to say, “It’s blowing a hoolie outside!” And we’re locked in a merry dance today, The rhythmical wind and I. With a whispering, fluttering, swooping and skittering. A floating and soaring, surging and roaring. We’re coupled in an amorous masquerade, As I’m thrown and I’m spun by this wild […]
Of silence, the land, the wind and the sea.
Real silence can be a strange experience for some people. Even when alone, they seek to fill it with noise – television, or music, or simply their own voice – they can never really enjoy the silence. Perhaps they find it uncomfortable, or empty. My children are in another part of the house, playing with […]