Reaching for someone lost is like the sensation in your dreams when all of a sudden you become aware that you don’t recognise where you are. Like the nature of your reality is suddenly entirely alien. You hold your hand out, call out, look out over the garden, expecting a space to be filled, an… Continue reading Phantom.
Buried: Part 1. You have forfeit your past, in the name of fruitless spending and mountains made of paper, dyed into colours that tell you how much you are worth. Uncovered: Part 2. Memories repressed, haunt your dreams. Haven't you learned yet? Wounds ignored, fester, infect, growing bacteria, occupying all life. Exhumed: Part 3. All… Continue reading Writing On Wednesdays #15 ‘A Case Against Willful Ignorance’
This is for someone as warm as the sun. For years now I’ve been desperately trying to curate myself into a garden. So far I’ve only managed a few weeds, one or two spring blooms that lived short, bright lives, before they died. I tend to the patches of earth, unreliably and clumsily. And sometimes… Continue reading Writing On Wednesdays #14: ‘Something To Give’
Home, crafts and creativity. Autumn is a beautiful time of year, where the change in weather, the leaves, the shorter days and longer nights catalyse a transformative psychological process in us, we reflect, look forward to the end of the year and to the start of a new one. This time of year has been… Continue reading Autumn Things: Part 1.
EMMA. For the second installment of this blog post series I spent an afternoon chatting, laughing, catching up and sharing spooky stories with someone who had an equally weird childhood as my own, my friend, Emma. The first post for this series focused on Annie, who's opinions are very different and undecided, Emma, however is,… Continue reading Speaking Above The Torch #2