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…

Four Birthdays.

Here I sit,  in my local pub,  black coffee on the sticky red painted table and an instruction behind the bar to wake me if I face plant my laptop.   Having woken at 16:00 following 4 night shifts I had two instincts fighting through the jet lagged haze. One,  that I need to write…

An alternate, cynical reality

A short one. Lately, it feels a little like I’ve passed a test and entered another reality. Only those with an appropriate level of cynicism and a wall around themselves AT LEAST five feet high may apply.  If your wall is flimsy and lacking a sturdy foundation, you might as well not bother. As a…

Deceit. An observation.

deceit noun the action or practice of deceiving someone by concealing or misrepresenting the truth. “a web of deceit” A person who deceives others has no true idea of what is right or wrong.                                          …

An edit to a cliche idea

Edit – 31/07/17. I have deleted certain posts from the last 6 months. They were what brought me to writing, but they are no longer needed and they were in no way well written.  They were needed at the time,  definitely,  but I no longer want them here.  The story that brought me to WordPress…

Save the World 

I’m angry. On the surface I act and feel well,  myself, bubbly and well…happy.  I am!  I am. I can’t ignore however,  an undercurrent of ugly, black, anger.  To reuse a metaphor, the river flowing past my little Island is thick, grey and putrid.  Now and then I dip in a toe,  as when hearing…

Constants

I run away.  I take my feeling and put it into a movement.  Finding somewhere empty and off the path,  I stop,  gulp at the air and let my tears run with the rain. I sit back on my heels, slipping slightly on the bark as I find my grip.  I look at the slanted…