Kirstie Sivapalan
I couldn't sleep. I had insomnia at both ends of the night, one of the features of M.E that I struggle with the most. I finally gave up around 6am and, with my stomach also awake, I decided to get up, go downstairs, make myself a cup of tea and treat myself to some ginger… Continue reading Treasure
It hurts to move, to disappoint the ones you love I am with you. There is pain in your eyes, as you leave your friends behind I am with you. There is a lump in your throat, as you watch it fade away I am with you. There is hope in your heart that it will… Continue reading Life as of 31st January 2020 (I am with you)
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
Something died inside me, as the year turned towards night Someone, not really a thing, a person to be, vacated Slipping back into the mist Leaving me empty and silent I walk through his room, feeling for a presence And hope an image remains, a ghost, or a memory Finding nothing but echoes Repeating back… Continue reading Situation vacant
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
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
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
So this is it. Day 365. Final post of Crystallising Dream. I thought I would have something profound to write, one of my more deep and meaningful posts but it appears I've gone word-shy again...How do I put how I feel into words? How do I sum up the last year? How do I possibly… Continue reading It’s here.
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
30. I've been home today looking after the Aquarian, taking a short break from the shop. There's been three trips to the hospital since I started this blog; two for him, one for me. None of which were anticipated back then. Sometimes that universal logic can take you in some strange directions but always an… Continue reading Aquarian gratitude
Writing and M.E. 