Snapshots

Defining this blog has always posed a real challenge for me. “What do you write about?” remains one question I find repeatedly has me feeling flustered. The answer to that question doesn’t fit succinctly into a 120 character bio. Nor does it sit in any real category even though I’ve divided this growing body ofContinue reading “Snapshots”

Safe

I took myself to the small kitchen in my flat and quietly turned myself to liquid. I filled a large carafe and poured the elixir of self back into my body, breath and all the spaces in between. The gurus called it grounding. The poets called it coming home. I called it being safe. Safe,Continue reading “Safe”

Peas

‘These will not be the rantings of a chaotic mind’, she tells herself, fully aware that she’s spewing lies. Some reflections on the past week in words; Exhaustion– Earlier this week, I did a writing workshop with Rupi Kaur on instagram live and she asked us to free-write based on 12 different prompts. Exhaustion wasContinue reading “Peas”

The hump is over

Folks, The worst bit is well and truly over. The last three months were heavy with dark skies accompanying dark moods. Dense lumps of metaphorical lead would constrict my ribcage all day, being dragged into work, well-concealed by loose scrubs and a kind smile, to the hospital cafeteria, clipped in by the seatbelt and backContinue reading “The hump is over”

Brain Dirt

Rupi Kaur once said in an interview with Emma Watson that she needs to write a lot before the good stuff comes out. I really understand that. It’s like washing out a giant container filled with dirt and water with a high powered hose, vigorously attacking it until the dirt and silt and sand andContinue reading “Brain Dirt”

Honoring the divine feminine

Today I write about something that has been bursting through my intuition for some time. As of the recent few weeks, a small bubble of awakening has been rising through my consciousness and it seems to be manifesting in ways that my higher self is totally aware of whilst I keep lagging behind, trying toContinue reading “Honoring the divine feminine”

2018 wrap

I have drafted so many posts in the last few months and never quite have managed to get round to actually finishing or publishing them. (On the contrary I have spent so much time journalling solo, working on myself, writing for my betterment etc). So I’m incorporating mad speed right now to just get somethingContinue reading “2018 wrap”

City of Love 

I’m sitting in a small bistro, not far from the Airbnb where Diane’s lovely parents and I chatted away in the kind of broken French my seventeen year old self would be horrified at. The waiter, a tall, brown haired charmer walks to my table and looks straight into my eyes with a sort ofContinue reading “City of Love “