I had said to myself I wasn’t going to write this week. As of two days ago, I went on strike. I wasn’t sure if it was my body or my emotions that were the part I had overdone but either way, I felt like an elastic band that had snapped, and was wandering through […]
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Kangaroos and writing
19th April, 2013 30
He had finished twirling and now he was jumping. Concentration, both knees bent, then a tiny flight in the air and a big thump forward. That’s a jump. Watching my toddler, it looked like a whole lot of effort. It’s surprising how quickly we forget, how these things become second nature. (Not that I would […]
Now we are one (Blogoversary)
13th February, 2013 41
It’s been a year!* Many happy returns to me! (*actually it was a year on 6 Jan 2013, so I’m a month late. But hey! I’m writing my blogoversary post anyway.) It’s something that people ask me quite often nowadays: have you always been a writer? And the truth is, I am surprised when people […]
Paradise Lost
11th February, 2013 23
There were some words in stone, as if written by the finger of God: “You are nearer to God in a garden than any other place on earth”. It was on the first paving slab of the path in our garden. My parents hadn’t put it there, I guess it had been commissioned by a […]
The box
4th February, 2013 31
Joining with Amber on Mondays for concretewords, where we practise writing by communicating the abstract through concrete things – a Horse, a book, stairs – and today The Box. These concrete words posts have led me on a journey through childhood and nostalgia and spiritual maturity – I write and that’s what comes out at […]
Compassion and creativity – interview with Jeff Goins
23rd January, 2013 1
I’m very excited to be able to introduce this interview with Jeff Goins. Jeff is a blogging phenomenon, and generously shares his recipes for success on his blog and in his book, ‘You are a Writer’. I am a huge fan! Last summer he released his first mainstream-published book, Wrecked, on compassion and the surprising […]
The Sweater/ Frost
12th November, 2012 20
Joining with Amber on Mondays for concretewords, where we practice writing by communicating the abstract through concrete things – a Horse, a book, stairs – and today I’m catching up and doing a double whammy: The Sweater and Frost. These concrete words posts have led me on a journey through childhood and nostalgia and spiritual […]
Halfway up the stairs
24th September, 2012 18
I remember sitting on the stairs, halfway up the stairs, in my childhood home. In a family that was bouncy and exuberant, full of colour and noise, it was important to me to spend some time half-way up. There I would sit, bony knees touching my chin, hand resting on the white paint of the […]
