When I was a child I was told I was wilful and that ‘I couldn’t be told.’ Then, as a teen, I was the rebellious one, the black sheep. When I reached adult hood I was told I was bloody-minded. My husband had no idea what he was getting himself into. His mother was not … Continue reading Rebel with a cause
Do you ever have bizarre coincidences you can't explain? Conversations that trip over something someone said or something you read. Do you wonder about them? I do. It seems to be happening to me a lot lately.
I hold onto that feeling now as I write this blog and consider my inner country. The place within me where creativity lives
Navigating the advent of Spring in Lockdown.
Rhiannon Dowding - Writer 