The final day of the year provokes some people to reflect and set goals, yet something in me rebels. I don't want to be driven and goal focussed, working hard to achieve success and then feeling like a failure when I let myself down. Yet here I am obediently reflecting. I find myself in a … Continue reading New Beginnings
I dreamt of being a writer one day but I was quickly assured that there was no money in it. Is that why we write? I mean really? It had never occurred to me that people got paid to write, I just wanted to tell stories that would make people laugh and cry and fall … Continue reading Not so broken dreams after all…
Lake Eildon During my recent bookcase purge/clean I came across an envelope of old photos. Remember when you had to have photos printed? They reminded me how easy it is to give up. We can sometimes miss what lies ahead, or just around the corner if only we would persist a little longer. So often … Continue reading Giving up
Vulnerability and validation make strange partners and yet, all through my life, they seem to have held both my hands, at least this has been my perception. Even as a small child I would look for accolades from my parents, usually my mother as she was the one that was tuned in to us. Weekends, … Continue reading Validation and Vulnerability
Sleepless I dream a waking dream Awake, alert, and ambivalent I submit to the holy dark. I cough, therefore I am... awake, sitting up Steroids keep you awake did you know? Wheezing and coughing, while others snore I could write a song but it's been done before So I write and write and write some … Continue reading Sleepless
Letter writing was such a normal part of my life, when I was a child, that I took it for granted. By letter writing, I don’t mean “Dear Sir/Madam” but those newsy, gossipy letters that you would pick up from the letterbox that had your name and address hand written on them. First you would … Continue reading The lost art of letter writing.
She hesitates at the open door, looking inside. A blast of icy wind blows fallen leaves around her like an aura. They flutter and dance trying to catch tendrils of her long flowing hair. She is wrapped in a warm woollen cloak with a silver clasp, a smile teases her lips as her eyes search … Continue reading Kindness
