I was asked the other day if I was still in love with You. The conversation to that point had washed up gently on various shores, and the ebb and flow of communication was peaceful. My friend and I had drifted sleepily through the conversation, languishing in its peaks and troughs as time went by.…
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…
It’s so easy to see something insightful or inspiring, and respond “TRUTH!”, as though we’re confirming an absolute, rather than sharing an opinion steeped in a lifetime of personal circumstance, culture, and outside influence. I’m wary of those words which seem too good to be true; too glib; too ‘one-size-fits-all’.
Occasionally, in the Blogosphere, a spate of posts will crop up across the place – letters to my former self – and my heart jumps into my mouth as I begin to panic that someone might tag me to write one. But things seem to be falling into disconcerting place, and I feel I may…
Dear me, Dear, oh dear, oh dearie me. Just look at the STATE of you!
Tear. You can have it both ways with this one – ‘tear’, as in the things which drown my eyes and shine tracks down my face in the lamplight; or ‘tear’, as in the portion of my heart which ripped and ripped again with each loss and each reminder. A year ago today I shared…
Acceptance may be absolutely the perfect topic this month, because there’s a new hashtag in town, calling everyone to practice radical acceptance of themselves and others as they embrace the opportunity to #BeReal.
I yawn and stretch, having hit repeat on Erasure’s ‘Stop‘, trying to fight the dizzying fog at the corners of my mind, which threatens to roll in and swamp it again. My un-drunk cup of rooibos sits almost-cool, and with the teabag still in, it’s sweet and heavily scented when I take a sip, swirling…
I love being a purveyor of beauty – not just your common or garden variety beauty (I mean, sure, flowers and nature and sunset skies have their place and all…) but beauty of a calibre which can bring rich princes to their knees with keen aesthetic desire (and more) and satiate every pang of their…
I got to thinking the other day (and don’t ask how my brain ended up there, but it did – something to do with a conversation about enjoying being wrapped in blankets and snuggled up, and feeling safe) about the places I view as ‘safe’, the historical precedent I have for them, and the ways…
