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 The Rock. 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 […]
Archive | Concrete words: childhood and maturity
Sneaky snake
21st January, 2013 22
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 The Scales. 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 […]
Two trees
3rd December, 2012 14
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 The Ornament (I think- I think – that Americans call tree decorations ornaments, so I’ve gone with that.) These concrete words posts have led me on a journey […]
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 […]
The Horse
29th October, 2012 27
I’m joining with Amber’s Concrete Words series, where she writes about writing and uses concrete words to show the abstract. She is such an excellent writer, this is a masterclass. Writers, do join with us! In the middle of the doctors’ waiting room, amongst the tired magazines and pale patients was an enormous rocking horse. […]
One Book
10th October, 2012 30
What is your favourite book? I remember ‘Each Peach, Pear, Plum’ – the first book I carried home from school on the bus at the age of five. I left it on the bus and there was no end to my distraught tears. I loved it because it had a whole cast of characters from […]
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 […]
