Category: Gratitude

creative writing, Friendship, Gratitude, Hope, Poetry, Politics

My Identity Now

Kirstie Sivapalan

I am LibDemToryGreenBrexitUKIPLabour I am LeaveRemain I am NodealNonodealSomedealDontwantadeal I am Leftcentrerighttrascendantnotinterested I am AllandNoneoftheabove I am Rightconfusedcleardeludedcertainwrong I am Factgutemotionintutionheartbrains I am Educatedillinformedcleverstupid I am I am I am Blackwhiteasianmixedethnicchinesehispanic I am Muslimchristianwiccanbuddhisthindujewishshinto I am Malenonbinaryfemalenoneofyourbusiness I am Marrieddivorcedsinglepolygamous I am Biheterohomouninterestedundecided I am Settledrefugeeimmigrantnativenostatus I am Ableddisableddifferentlyabledchronicacute I am Joyfulsadanxiousdepressedhypersuicidal I am Fatherauntiecousinsisterunclemother… Continue reading My Identity Now

creative writing, Friendship, Gratitude, Poetry, Spirituality

I see with Love

Kirstie Sivapalan

I see with my heart I see your love, your pain The time you won that award The time you scored that goal I see how you struggled, to love, again I see your care, consideration, your sense of fair play I see how you wanted to be something different but found another path, that… Continue reading I see with Love

creative writing, Friendship, Gratitude, M.E

Less travelled

Kirstie Sivapalan

I might as well live in Timbuktu As far as I am - from me to you. I might as well live in San Salvador Confined to sofas and stuck indoors. I might as well live in Kaula Lumpur Dreaming of dancing away til four, Or even til two,  but now, I might as well… Continue reading Less travelled

creative writing, Gratitude, Hope, M.E, Poetry

Ode to a Bad Day

Kirstie Sivapalan

You can gather from the title today is not a good day. Yesterday wasn't great either but today, has definitely been what those of us with mild-moderate M.E call a Bad Day. I wanted to write today. I also wanted to do some housework. I wanted to go to the library and maybe stop off… Continue reading Ode to a Bad Day

childless, creative writing, Friendship, Gratitude, grief, infertility, miscarriage, Poetry, Social change, storytelling, wellbeing, women

Blood Right

Kirstie Sivapalan

  It's been a tough week.  That is all I have been able to articulate to anyone who has asked.  Five words that could be unpicked for days before finding the knot at the heart of it all.  Or, the Not in my case. Word play aside,  it is time for me to share.  As… Continue reading Blood Right

change, creative writing, Gratitude, Hope, mental health, Poetry, Self-care, therapy, wellbeing

The perils of change

Kirstie Sivapalan

(I had to add this poem as a picture as WordPress helpfully kept removing my spaces!   Note- WordPress, you may need to consider this feature for the poetic among us) The Perils of Change This poem came to me in one of those midnight inspiration moments.  The last 6-9 months have been extremely wearing,… Continue reading The perils of change

creative writing, Friendship, Gratitude, Hope, M.E, Poetry

The carer’s career

Kirstie Sivapalan

I wrote this poem after texting my husband to pick up some milk. It occurred to me that there are relationships everywhere that at some point one will send this message to the other. I then reflected on what that request meant to me in my relationship and realised it's depth. Hidden in this mundane… Continue reading The carer’s career

creative writing, Gratitude, Meditation, Mind Body Spirit, Poetry, Spiritual work, Spirituality, storytelling

The seeking of balance

Kirstie Sivapalan

Out of chaos, out of form, comes balance. It reveals itself, not to those who crave order but to those who walk through the mire. It holds those undesired in its arms, its cradle soothing their dissonance. It looks into our world of spinning thoughts and yearning, and speaks: "Find me in your middle, draw… Continue reading The seeking of balance

creative writing, Gratitude, grief, Hope, infertility, miscarriage, recovery, storytelling

One. Two

Kirstie Sivapalan

The day was still. She felt like time, had frozen, the moment it happened.  Nothing mattered anymore; her heart, her blood, her breath would be a constant effort hereon in. Life had stopped, and she with it. She could walk around that Moment and examine it from all its angles – the bed, the face… Continue reading One. Two

childless, creative writing, Gratitude, Hope, miscarriage, Poetry, Spirituality

Situation vacant

Kirstie Sivapalan

Something died inside me, as the year turned towards night Someone, not really a thing, a person to be, vacated Slipping back into the mist Leaving me empty and silent I walk through his room, feeling for a presence And hope an image remains, a ghost, or a memory Finding nothing but echoes Repeating back… Continue reading Situation vacant