I am a very big fan of the written word. Not the typed word, although I have a special love for that too, the actual physically written word. As a committed diarist, I find writing to be one of the most satisfying types of expression. Putting quill to parchment – there is not a thing… Continue reading The Joy of Handwriting
These are my favourite pair of earrings. Not because they were bought by someone who at the time was special for a special reason, but because I just love them for how beautiful they are and what they represent to me. Their acquisition was a forced one, believe it or not. I saw them in… Continue reading 100 Objects Project #6: The Amber Earrings
Hello lovely readers, One of my poems from yesteryear for your ponderation. Stars Abide How do the stars abide? To glow with her not by their side and glow in that wondrous way that brightens up the Milky Way. With her smile of endless love she brings joy to the heavens above. So she… Continue reading Poem: Stars Abide
There is a lot of love buried in this object. One of my friends, the wonderful Sinead Oskan, sent them to me in the wake of the loss of my perfect princesses, Lucy and Bryonie. She told me that her Aunt had given these to her, but she thought that they were just too perfect… Continue reading 100 Objects Project #5: Sleeping Baby Rabbits
Hello my beautiful readership, I’ve been back at work for a couple of weeks or so now… and I’m certainly missing my babies more than I can say. I was seconded before I left for maternity leave to work on a research project at the top level, so I’m back doing my original job, which… Continue reading Back to Work, Remembering Robin and Peace
Just a quick one to let you know that I have submitted a poem to the poetry blog ‘Poetree Creations’ and it got published in the ‘Promote Yourself’ section. How lovely! Here it is for you, all lovely and reblogged for you so you can have a look at it if you fancy.
I wrote it about Thomas.
I felt trapped when I had only my pillow
to hear me cry and beg and scream to.
You unravel me in a gentle breeze by the sun
of my youth, to smooth away the scars
gained from a life of reckless loving.
I crease and fall and I’m weak, so small
to be smacked against life by life.
Below my crush depth – I cannot bear it, take it.
You find me, unfold me and give me your nook,
absorb my pain and take it away.
Breath into me, create me all and whole
Demystify my soul by the way you make me smile
You peel away the pain to bring your sun to
make me laugh – and I laugh because you love me.
This little guy was bought for me by my Dad when he was on holiday, around 2000. My Dad doesn’t buy me anything when he’s on holiday now I’m a grown up, so this was a lovely little treat for me really. It is also part of a tradition that has been going on between… Continue reading 100 Objects Project #4: The Little Brown Owl