This part of the blog is mostly dedicated to my delusional relationship with Colin Firth – it really is a tongue in cheek, note writing sort of thing because I think he is brilliant – I do not know him. It is also where I write about current events and things that happen in my life when I am not reading.
I consume copious amounts of chocolate. Dark and the very dark kind. Not just on Valentines day, but everyday. I wish I was a journalist, a chocolate one. I could travel to conferences, sample and write about it. My friend … Continue reading →
When I run, I watch, I breathe, purposefully, mindfully, and everything seems to have an ease. It is a simple place, this trail, the grounding it gives me, the sun’s reflection on the water. And yet, it feels big. Bigger … Continue reading →
Anxiety usually creeps into my house at night, when all are tired and moods have shifted. It surrounds us with a gloomy shroud, a fine mist of dread, ambivalence and upset, enough to make the strongest of minds find doubt … Continue reading →
It’s strange to see myself as a statistic on my blog. 2017 must have been a terrible year for I have not posted since July they say. That’s five months. I did have a wander around the world though, it … Continue reading →
I miss courtesy. I want it back. Courtesy knows how to accept insults and move beyond. It knows a simple handshake isn’t a nod to I like you or I loathe you, It is just a gesture of jolly good, … Continue reading →
Away isn’t always good when you want to be blogging, posting and commenting, but away I’ve been. Spring break, volunteering, teaching art and job hunting. I’ve hiked, I’ve read, I went to the beach. We took photos – they will … Continue reading →
The Flu is an artist. A special virus. Flashy. Modern. Not unlike Picasso, Miró and Gaudi. Although it isn’t Spanish and they are incomparable. It’s slightly odd comparing the flu to art but I tend to think in color. I recently … Continue reading →