Well, as our educated friend Mr L. Carol would say, ‘Begin at the beginning and go on until you come to the end: then stop. He would probably gawp at the subject I’m struggling to start writing about, but still, his advice holds. The beginning will be in the searching I suppose… Personally, I’ve got…
Beautiful, fleeting, impermanence.
I am a 28 year old gardener. It might sound unimportant but I’ve realised my love of watching things grow underpins a lot of what brings me pleasure. On our mantel piece are the dried seed heads of artichoke flowers, still beautiful to me in their crisp, golden hibernation. If you asked me my…
Skye. Hiking and Healing.
A trip I intended to do for 3 years, didn’t plan until 3 days before and haven’t written about until nearly 3 months after. I now know, writing with hindsight, that this trip was the beginning of ‘sorting my head out’, but that’s getting old…so I’m gonna hide metaphors of healing and mindfulness within tales…
Midwife is me.
Life for me is a series of hello’s and heartbreaking goodbyes, of truths turned lies, of stories told to bring hearts to hold one another. Of hidden souls exposed to the barest of cold in the telling of our secrets. of sharing everything you are, of becoming one and on par. Of blinking, a phone…
Plumeria
The first write of this post was finished, or so I thought at the time, sat in my usual cafe and writing nest. I was surrounded by unwitting, caffeine saturated, hungover students and it felt odd, yet fitting to be writing about something so deeply personal. I tethered myself to the present with their tales…
With Woman. Spoken word.
** Below is my spoken word poem about Midwifery. I needed to write about it. After a month or so of shifts ping-ponging from interesting and lovely to horrendously challenging I decided a different form of vent was in order. I’ve never written anything like this before so please…please forgive the poor grammar and appalling…
Pre-Dumplings. Post-Dumplings.
Written pre-dumplings on the plane to Krakow There I sat, opposite my dear friend who was, joyfully, wolfing down a chicken burger. I, lucky coeliac that I am, found a Mediterranean salad jar. To be fair she looked guilty…ish. Whereas ma buddy’s burger was carbed in both breadcrumbs AND bread, suitable fuel for anyone wanting…
Big Dreamer. Loud Brain.
This afternoon I drove back from my New Years Celebrations in Bristol to my parents house. It was originally a half way point to stop, have a coffee and some free food (I won’t lie!), have a last pow wow with the rents before the last leg back to the realities of 2018. It has…
Drooling on strangers…
This morning I chose a meandering trundle back from the station (in place of a taxi), in an effort to play a game; to make me feel like I was walking against the crowd metaphorically because I was…physically. It worked. As I reached the park I decided I didn’t like the concrete path and beautiful…
A 5 year old story.
My exploration into Buddhism – Part 1 – Processing trauma I, maker of lists am seeking out stillness of mind. I, unable-to-sit-on-my-ass extraordinaire, am (trying to) learn meditation and am reaching for ways to calm my zipping thoughts. I, whilst developing into the person I am now, have had certain traumatic experiences that I don’t…
Being Ivy 