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.…
Tears spar behind my eyelids, vying to be let out, to cascade in torrents of frustration, pathetic self-pity and had-enough-ness. My chest is crushed with the catch of breaths not taken deeply enough and I’m overpoweringly aware of just how much I have to be thankful for, and how much of an ungrateful, hypocritical wretch…
I haven’t warmed up yet. I’m still chilled to the bone from standing around in the freezing cold night with other witnesses, all of us incredulous, shocked, horrified, wondering, hoping…hoping…so very hoping…and because my statement has yet to be taken, my phone has been zipping and binging and driving me mad all evening as I’ve…
I’d kind of like to do this all in an aside; a great big stage whisper into your ear, with the knowledge that I can be overheard and a slight twinkle in my eye that I know it, you know it, and everyone else listening in knows it, but that we all ALSO know that…
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…
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…
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…
Encouragement is *such* a powerful thing. It requires connection, demands communication, and deepens the relationship between two beings. It happens in the animal kingdom, but I think it happens far more beautifully between humans, where (possibly) so many more nuances can be appreciated.
72% of the UK have had their say. Card in hand, they flocked to polling stations in unprecedented numbers, to exercise their right (and responsibility) to vote. They battled (some of them) through thunderous, flooding, torrents in order to make their opinion known, and speculation was rife as to which side would win.
Beyond the french windows, the garden seems alive; every leaf shimmering in the wind, and branches swaying in a tussling breeze as the evening decides whether or not to storm. A cacophony of summer birds blast their songs into the evening, flitting across the space between ground and sky, chirping, chirruping, whistling and warbling their…
