My inner world has shrunk to one of those grey, overcast afternoons where you want to go out but can’t because the rain is lashing against the windows and no-one wants to play anyway. My desire to write has drained from whichever part of the soul has a grimy plughole, leaving a swirl of greasy…
#1000Speak / Be The Village / Compassion / Considerings / Love / Society
I believe with all my heart that most people are mostly good, when it comes down to it. Whilst many of our actions can be interpreted as self-serving (and indeed, some of them will be), I have confidence that humans on the whole are a caring sort of bunch, who frequently act on their altruistic natures…
ABORT! ABORT! ABORT! Each time this topic has fluttered close to being brought up, I’ve shut it down. Each time the discussions and opinions have flown back and forth, I’ve steered clear. Each time a friend has expressed an opinion either way, I’ve ducked out of saying anything meaningful, or changed the subject, or been…
I’m sinking. I’ve been sinking for a while, if I’m honest. Probably since before I began this blog, a little over four years ago. Likely since childhood. Life works in ups and downs for us all, with a few peaceful patches, a surprisingly large number of dangerous squalls, and a handful of downright maelstroms. I’ve…
I thought it might be kind of fun to have an interview with Hasty, to share our poetry journal, and to let you get to know us both a bit better. Our friendship seems to be a little bit legendary amongst those who know us, and it was the basis for the poem of love…
Today the Ten Things of Thankful hop is skipping sideways to team up with #1000Speak, and Michelle Grewe (of Crumpets and Bollocks) with her blessings challenge, which has been going all month. It has been a wonderful challenge with suggestions of ways to bless other people, to identify the blessings we enjoy, and to really begin…
Unfortunately No. I shouldn’t start with an apology – that’s off-putting and you might not stay. Um.
My dearly beloved BlogWife calls me a ‘dog person’. Not that I like dogs particularly, but that there are behaviours of mine which put me firmly in the category of ‘more like a dog than a cat’ (which is how she classifies people (sometimes)). I seem to remember discussions on this point involving things like…
Come, lie with me in the garden… As the evening pours a gentle, silken breeze across our skins, and the flowers shine jewel-bright in borders, bees buzz, scent spills, oh, come and breathe it in. Hear the swifts shrieking under arching skies, still further up, the clouds cast shapes and shadows in constant flux –…
Is there a danger to weaving words to accompany half-formed thoughts? Is there potential for something to slip through the holes in the net where the edges don’t meet, and the words soldier on regardless, trying to crochet their way valiantly around the nothingness? Everything is something (maybe) but time is money and money is…
As I write, having missed a week (and, whatEVER to that – cos sometimes we need a week), I’m in a magical place of in-betweenness. I’m here at my keyboard, on the sofa, snuggled up in floofy cushions in WonderAunty’s office (with her new amazing standy-to-sitty whizzy desk-topper thing, which lets her move around and…
It’s absolutely the most miserable thing in the world to love someone and to think they could never love you back…because you’re unlovable, and you don’t know how to ‘do’ love right.
It’s been so long since I’ve written anything of substance, I think I’ve forgotten how it goes. This isn’t another “I’m staring at a blank screen, with the cursor winking and winking, taunting me with my lack of inspiration…” posts – in truth, I feel rather apprehensive about it, as though the cursor might, at…
I’m going to tell you a story. An old one, which you might have heard before if you know me well or have been reading here for a long time. It’s a story of a ripple effect which grew from ‘desperate measures’ into a thriving, engaging community of people across the world. Putting it that…
The days seem to get increasingly darker, with more and more atrocities being committed in ever more appalling ways. The days here are getting increasingly darker, noticeably now, as the sunsets come earlier each evening and night extinguishes the last rays of light from the sky ever-sooner.
