The progress is slow, the road long and winding with many unexpected obstacles to overcome, but here are my current thoughts. I think I see improvement, I have hope. There is hope. I am enough. I am a good mum, a good friend. I can paint and I can draw. This is the beginning, not(…)
Read a book, scan a magazine.Watch a screen, look into space And dream. Think nothing, contemplate everything. And fly. Read an emotion, scan the space Watch body language, stare at a face And tense. Prepare for battle, Prepare to run. And flee.
Sometimes you have to paint right from your heart. And from your soul. I paint as a way of helping me cope. I paint my tears and my sadness. I paint loneliness. And I paint hope. Simultaneously straightforward and yet complex. Shame strangles your voice Fear crushes your hope Courage sows the seed of(…)
In so many ways I’m re-discovering who I am. It’s a fine balance between acceptance of what is to be and understanding where change must come. It’s a lot of trial and error, with emphasis on the error. I’m sleeping better than I have for years but every so often a restless night catches me(…)
I wrote last week about my 8 year old daughter’s current obsession with Minecraft. And while it isn’t always great that she’s glued to a tablet, it is clearly inspiring her in other ways. She has been so inspired by it that she wrote an across sticks poem: Mind Craft Mind blowing Incredible buildings(…)
I was sent a book recently to take a look at. The description piqued my interest immediately-short stories, poems and flash fiction inspired by photographs. It’s aim is to encourage readers to ‘see the world in the unique way we used to when we were kids’. The book consists of 14 images of everyday sights(…)