Kirstie Sivapalan
"The place where words don't work" This powerful line is one of many exquisite literary morsels that I uncovered in Donna Tartt's novel The Goldfinch. This particular phrase, a good hundred pages in, was one I particularly savoured, even with its ironic bitter aftertaste. A place where words don't work. Why would someone who works… Continue reading The place where words don’t work
Solstice blessings to all Peace. Love. Connnection. Unity
The post below is so deeply personal and a complete change of voice and style that it needs its own forward. I am on a journey, as we all are. Part of my journey is to write about what I have experienced, will experience and what I want to experience in its most pure and… Continue reading We don’t know
They are our light, our shadow and all the shades in between Those same yet different faces, with all our hopes and dreams We are one, yet we grow distant staring at our own Sun We prick, we burn and turn against that someone We shout and protest and find ways to be free But… Continue reading Faces
When I was a child I used to love those paper-folding "chatterboxes". The snip-snapping of the folded paper, the anticipation of what would I would find after I chose a random number or colour, the layers to be unfolded and the final "statement of truth" that would be revealed to me, which depending on who… Continue reading Unfolding
She saw him and smiled. He returned her smile and a flicker of love entered his broken heart. His world-weary gaze became a glow of hope as his eyes met hers. The words spoken to him in there steel glass office “there is no longer a job for you here” hurting a little less. He… Continue reading Her smile
Three years ago today I started my blog about my dream to have my own crystal shop. 9 months later I did, of sorts, then 18 months after that I closed its doors. For the next 6 months I continued to sell crystals in my lovely friend Fiona’s sparkly dress shop a few doors down.… Continue reading Don’t package your passion
Back in Primrose Hill. My body is still fizzing from the acupuncture treatment. What a curious sensation it is. Pain and pleasure mixed so well together that you cannot distinguish the two. Like the sudden relief from the explosive release of a sneeze which itself often comes with a side of discomfort. That lovely sensation… Continue reading This is YOUR life, live it well
***February 2017 Update*** As of 1st February 2017, the experimental organisation, RSL Collective came to an end. But there is no need for sadness. Nothing is permanent and everything transforms. Its time is done and RSL is now moving aside to let in the new. Moreover whilst the organisation is no longer there the people… Continue reading Goodbye RSL Collective
The day after the UK Referendum in our old shop, Unit 1, something magical happened. We suddenly became very busy but not busy with sales, a different kind of busy as people from the local community came in throughout the day seeking friendship and connection, wanting to share the confusion of emotions they were feeling.… Continue reading It takes a (small) village…
Writing and M.E. 