Want to know what gratitude feels like? Take away the every day... Take away getting ready for work Take away opening jars, making tea, standing while it brews Take away hats, scarves, sunglasses, flipflops Take away cosy chats, feisty debates, gossiping girls Take away walking, running, cycling, swimming Take away everything you never knew you… Continue reading The formula for Gratitude
Burning brightly, joyously. Solidly. Creating life-force and essential fire, until it falls - Shadow Only glimmers struggle to stay Reminders of what lies behind The shadow sits, weighty and cold Dense and obstinate, refusing to leave It stifles and suppresses its enemy - Light For a while it wins. All that once shone removed Pain.… Continue reading The eclipse
Yesterday I had that moment all aspiring writers have. "Why I am doing this? Am I even any good? Am I just indulging myself? Should I even bother sharing my work?" I allowed myself some time to reflect on this, to ask the question without a furious search for the right answer. Instead I remembered… Continue reading Composure
My full time job
"What do you do?", you say I know what you want to hear - I am a this, I am a that, I am employed, valid, salaried, PAYED As you are. You want me to make sense to you. You want me to be part of the world as you know it. Yet my full… Continue reading My full time job
My Bank Holiday and M.E
Some days I just want to sit under a tree. This is the Bank Holiday day we always dream of but very rarely see. Powder blue sky, lush green trees at the height of their vibrancy, parks full of string bikinis, string vests, local boys impressing local girls with too-loud music, bare stomachs and alcopops.… Continue reading My Bank Holiday and M.E
Reblog: From a fellow M.E warrior. Listen to her roar!
Today I am angry, not just mildly displeased or irked but gut wrenchingly, blood boilingly, fist clenchingly, teeth grindingly, word spittingly, ear steaminlgy angry and try having all of those things going on whilst your trying to be articulate. So do I have 5 minutes of your time? Will you indulge this tantrum and […] via… Continue reading Reblog: From a fellow M.E warrior. Listen to her roar!
The place where words don’t work
"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
This is YOUR life, live it well
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
Today has felt like one of the "old days" as I am tired. Almost jet-lag like tired. Rather than push through my intuition told me to rest today today. For the shop day off to be my day off too. Well...ish. Rather than the old days where I've either been tired from HR work or… Continue reading Something old…
I saw my M.E friend today. Not just saw but witnessed her in her magnificent glory as she said "I do" sparkling in gold from the inside and out. Glowing from growing a child, a long held dream, and shining with love for her new husband. We had the briefest but a poignant moment… Continue reading Golden