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
Back in London town after a damn near perfect Bank holiday weekend. Even the A1 traffic seemed less of a frustration than normal as we coasted back down south. Happily esconced in our own piece of England now and thinking about my tomorrow. Normally there is that back-to-school feeling, the slight sinking of the stomach… Continue reading Get ready…get set…
It's a picture perfect spring day today in Northumberland and I am resting and re-charging in my parent's own "little piece of England" as my Dad calls it. There is something healing and restorative about coming back to my home. Not just the connection with my family but the specific world around me. Beneath me is… Continue reading Little peace of England
Made it to my HR work today. Lots of tying up of bits and pieces, handover arrangements and a few poignant conversations. It was difficult to stay focused. It had that feeling of moving house. When you've taken down pictures, packed away books and various nick nacks and you realise how echoey everything sounds when… Continue reading Office move
Today we drove out of London and headed west and I was able to connect with what is a special part of England for me, Wiltshire. Specifically the area north of Stonehenge south of Swindon near Avebury. For those not aware Avebury is a small village in the middle of huge mounds of earth dotted… Continue reading Ancient beginnings
Today is a massively I mean MASSIVELY powerful day in the heavens with it both being a New Moon and also Winter Solstice. What a beautiful Solstice day it's been too. Time for the return of the Light. New Moons as I previously mentioned represent an opportunity for new beginnings. Harnessing the energy of the… Continue reading The most magical time of the year
Writing and M.E. 