Monthly Archives: June 2015

Could there be a topic more over-run with cliche? Maybe it’s easier to say what love is not. It isn’t hearts, flowers or chocolates. It’s not sex, or lust. It’s not red, or pink. It’s not black and white. It … Continue reading →

Life will happen whether we want it to or not. Sometimes the harder we pull, the more we are tugged back. Sometimes, there can be nothing but acknowledgement, an acceptance that this is where I am today. What needs to … Continue reading →

Not so much the ones you know and love but those others, that you pass in the street, that you might never see again. The nuance of a nod as you make space for someone. Acknowledging a car that lets … Continue reading →

A crowd of crows in an evening sky. All the truths you never sought to know. A thousand raindrops on a single leaf. A lightning-severed trunk. Footsteps disappearing in wet sand. A waterfall that runs dry.  No words. There are … Continue reading →

When the urge takes you. Because there’s a need. Because the alternative is a blankness. Because words leave the mind and drip onto the page, and somehow once they go back in they’re not the same. Writing. Because the words … Continue reading →

Do you notice the clouds? The banks of colour spread across the horizon, as if painted by a child’s brush dipped in gold. Do you ever lie on the grass looking up? Can you see the light finding a way … Continue reading →

Only by spending time alone will you hear your own voice. In today’s noisy lives we don’t listen to ourselves. TV, radio, pc, phone. When was the last time you spent an hour in silence? What would that feel like? … Continue reading →

Sleep is a partner to mood – they are unable to exist apart from each other. We function better when we’re rested, but when things are bothering us, or things don’t go as we want them to, it’s harder to … Continue reading →

Life encourages us to rush. To catapult headlong from one activity to another, without rest. Work, chores, eat, sleep, repeat. Running for the bus, trying to get home before it’s late, dashing out the house at the last minute dropping … Continue reading →

What does it mean to be brave? People seem to use the word out of context; to use the word to describe someone doing something which they would not do, usually something physical. If it’s within your comfort zone is … Continue reading →