change, creative writing, Mind Body Spirit, Poetry, Social change, Spirituality

What I have learned from this life, and yet

  I was reading a tweet about body image yesterday, how we should be proud of the body we have regardless of our shape (which I agree with, and liked) when at the same time I was sitting in the garden, holding in my round tummy, and sighing about the size of my upper arms.… Continue reading What I have learned from this life, and yet

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

Ode to a Bad Day

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

change, Climate change, creative writing, Poetry, Social change

No more time to change

Tuesday in November It didn't rain. The line between cold and hot, lonely and mocked, was paved over without a sound. It was a Tuesday. It was a clear sunny day -  just over four degrees - when the ozone layer dislocated its joints and stretched into oblivion. It's tireless work ignored, without tears; the… Continue reading No more time to change

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

Blood Right

  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

Astrology, creative writing, Mind Body Spirit, Poetry, Spirituality

The Pisces Call

  I stumbled out the Great Sea with legs unsure and unformed. Millennia passed as I grazed and clawed, grew limbs, and shook off my scales. In time, my core stiffened to meet new pace, poise shifted and teeth met with tongue. Through years I shaped clay from waiting wet earth, cementing will and all… Continue reading The Pisces Call

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

The perils of change

(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

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

community, creative writing, Friendship, Poetry, social media

Shouting into the tornado

The following poem was inspired by the growing mass of voices on Twitter.  I asked myself, what is the essence of the message behind the words.  What is it we want people to hear. Included in this, is my own voice. This is what I saw... Can you see me? Can you help me? Can… Continue reading Shouting into the tornado

creative writing, Hope, Mind Body Spirit, Poetry, recovery, Spirituality

Heart beat

Can you ever stop your heart leaping up, painting right into the corners of a future not here? That may never be. Could never be. Yet the heart has already vanished over a golden horizon - titles up, audience jump to their feet applauding the textured script, the wonder of realised vision. Except nothing, not… Continue reading Heart beat

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

The seeking of balance

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