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
Hello my dear, it's been too long What have you been up to? Well, this year I fell apart. A breakdown. How about you? I felt like I couldn't go on The kids, work, that neighbour from hell I know what you mean hon, I've had it tough as well It's exam year this year… Continue reading Two friends catching up over coffee
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
Her temper had finally cooled. The pools of molten lava lay without structure or form in her belly. Now she could travel deep within and create. With each thought, each feeling, each dream, new structures took shape. She wondered about whether there were any of her kind out there, she dreamed of love and companionship,… Continue reading Her First Children
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
"I have conversed with the Spiritual Sun, I saw him on Primrose Hill" William Blake It was one of those days today where the clouds are low and almost impenetrable, both at times gloomy and glum. The trees looked more like stone statues than living beings, placed on top of a ground that was hard… Continue reading The Hope of Winter
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…
Well here we are and it's exactly a year since the shop opened its doors. To mark the occasion we had a small sale last week with some bubbles and delicious home-made cake made our resident Angel and healer, Loretta McCabe. Looking back over the last year I have learnt so much about making a… Continue reading The First Solar Return of RSL
Saturday 13 February saw another successful community event for the burgeoning RSL Collective. For this we ‘borrowed’ the unit next door so we could spread (the love) along the first three Units of the freshly painted Queens Parade in Willesden Green. As I truly know (and am making a business from it), Valentine’s Day brings… Continue reading Pop Up Love
Writing and M.E. 