I know I haven’t been brought completely to rock bottom. There are still many people who have way less than me. I am grateful for all I have, yet my spirits have felt pulled right down to the bottom of emotional darkness. It has given me so much to think about, some of it to … More So where to now?
I am now 45. Scary, huh! Not really. What’s truly scary is that I am still at times gripped by patterns of behaviour established when I was very young. They still have the power to grip me in vice-like paralysis, or force me to mentally run around in circles in blind panic. The dialogue in … More Fighting silence is like chasing ghosts!
Life takes its toll on us. Cares, worries, pain and loss of health impact our emotional well-being as much as our physical. I know many people hate the inspirational quotes we see around us. I find such wonder in some of them. After all, many have come from the clearest thinking or deepest considering philosophers … More Fight on!
You know, it saddens me. I am no good at following the advice I offer those who ask it, (HA!) but over the past few days I have had so many conversations with dear people who as far as I can see do no wrong to others, yet they tell me how unworthy they feel. … More So weary!
Mora sets out from the village to cast her eye over the plants which grow in the woods outside. She stops to smile at a rabbit and crouches down and quietly offers it some lush grass, and is rewarded by it approaching her to enjoy her offering. She stops on the bridge and draws … More Fragile beauty.
Mora busied herself with tending for the plants which grew outside her doorway. To many she seemed a strange creature, who would often be found in conversation with birds and animals she would encounter, but nothing caused eyebrows to raise quite so high as to find her talking to plants. At least an animal might … More Words from the heart of a fairy
I am nothing special. I am just like everyone else. We claim to be unique and individual, yet there are more things which link us, than set us apart. Like you I carry worries. I carry the hopes of others and their needs on my shoulders. Sometimes that weight becomes too much and it pulls … More Weighed down.
Her calm was found in the dark depths of the wood where she had parked her caravan many years before. Her home was a place of ornate and painted beauty, which contained all the comforts she needed. Named after the Ancients, most only knew her as ‘The Mad Woman’ and would do all they … More The Mad Woman