Do you ever hear a song or see an artwork or hear a speech which just evokes such an emotional reaction and you just stop and say “wow”, and soak in the beauty and marvel at it and wash it over your skin and drink it down and try to absorb it like a sponge?…… Continue reading talent.
Coming home is the sweetest of the bittersweet moments. Home’s fragrant and warm and bright and blue skied, and London was grey and it was cold, and people stand in your way even if you have a suitcase, and you have to keep your purse close. But it was an electrifying chill which woke you…… Continue reading Home / Away
My footprints are all over the globe, as I’ve trekked and trawled and slipped and stumbled in snow and rain and cyclonic winds. But also blue skies; bitterly cold, but blue. I’ve seen land locks and mountains and oceans, sailed canals and lakes, bathed in history, and seen four countries in one day. Tonight I’m…… Continue reading The Extravaganza, and Home
Sometimes the most interesting moments are the ones which follow a wrong turn down a road which is not the shortcut, but it proves to be a shortcut, but you get to see the new foals and the silhouetted trees fencing in a pink sky, and a billowing crimson cloud dressed in every silver lining. Just the same,…… Continue reading Opportunist, Optimist
If you can, I think everyone should spend a night in a hotel just a bit too fancy, and eat at a restaraunt on the water and sit in the spa, and just pretend that’s what life is like for a moment. Eat fresh seafood by the ocean, drink a local winery’s glass of wine…… Continue reading Igniting Joy
Maybe I write in this style too often, but uni just finished for the year and I’ve used up my words in essays. So maybe I write too much in this style. This “write the first thing that pops into my head” style of writing. It’s good for writer’s block though, I tell everybody that,…… Continue reading Life Work
There was a lady who looked to sea, Every morning and every evening. The people who passed looked curiously, Not at the vastness of the ocean, But at the strange young woman who had seemed to claim her place among the sand. There was a lady who looked to the stars, Every single night. The…… Continue reading The Never Ending