Kirstie Sivapalan
Each year I choose a word that will be my "watchword" for the year. It serves as a guide, an energy I want to bring in and embed into my life. I described to a friend as the word that goes through everything I do l, like the word embedded in a stick of rock… Continue reading Contemplation 2021
I could be content, if, I allowed myself to be. I could not write lists or set life goals, if I was happy, just Sitting under a big old oak tree. * I could watch the blackbird, (or is it a thrush?) as she Waits, fluffed feathers dripping, watching for the worms to hear that… Continue reading The Bird gets the Worm
It has took me a long while to appreciate silence. Our minds become accustomed to a level of noise which we don't realise becomes comforting, sending us signals that life is how we would consider normal. I used to love the distinct whirring and wheezing of the Jubilee line, the trilling of the beeps at… Continue reading The Cloak of Silence
Without realising I seem to have been preparing my second poetry collection. I haven't published my first yet but all the advice I have read or heard about writing encourages us to keep going and keep creating. The theme of my second collection will be Hope, following on from the first, Crisis. This poem, written… Continue reading Our Hopes for You
No poem or funny story for you. Just some thoughts and a plan... It's been a difficult week Less By Thursday the combination of the confirmation of that individual as leader of the Conservative Party, which supposedly makes him my PM, the way above average or even peak temperature that day and M.E symptoms were… Continue reading Only love
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
Words are flying around my head None will take root and find meaning Feelings are sent tumbling To a place without words There are no pictures either Just half-words and muddled phrases Thrown up from deep recesses Gushing into my mind I can grasp neither heads nor tail Whizz banging articulations fade Before I can… Continue reading Mind – Full
The Lord of Time brooks no insolence His moments precious as the stars Meting out that which we desire Holding in reserve should we remember Time is not ours to master but to respect as we would the sun and moon It cannot be counted or stored nor defined for our convenience As it flows… Continue reading Saturnine
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
If you have had a miscarriage, still-birth or lost a child very young, you might find yourself wondering what their life would have been like. You might mark their birthdays or the anniversary of their departure from this world, or daydream about what they might have done or experienced. As for me, I did not,… Continue reading The Girl That Never Was
Writing and M.E. 