Category: musings

tears and joy

a special day deserves special treats especially wrapped up like little sweets for what would have been my brother’s birthday little treats totalled 24 pounds 24, the age when he suddenly died and a woman waiting to purchase a ring would you believe it was her birthday too synchronicity always my tiger my rock happy… Continue reading tears and joy

what I’d tell my younger self

There were a few things that came up today in my bereavement writing group, as they often do, mostly around wisdom which funnily enough I have something about that written on my whatsapp profile – ‘Self reflection is the first condition of wisdom’ (attributed to Plato, possible ripped off from Aristotle?). There’s often various intertwining… Continue reading what I’d tell my younger self

my heart rises

we had a couple of visitors at Write Out Loud today, two artists working on an interactive performative piece for the Good Grief Festival Hastings at the end of May 26. The project was explained and a prompt given, a conical spiral, but not exactly, sewn onto a napkin, made in response to feelings of… Continue reading my heart rises

a work in progress

there’s been a project that I’ve been working on here and there that began in 2024. or you could say 2014, or perhaps 1977 even. it’s a project based on childhood trauma that I felt a need to work through, to process through stitch. it carries a profound sadness but also a celebration, of an… Continue reading a work in progress

Hope

Since our dog had disappeared one day in Gloucester when I was around 11 years old I’d always wanted another one so from time to time would pester my mum about it. But was always responded to with a no. I’d had other pets growing up, a hamster here and there, a kitten, (although unfortunately… Continue reading Hope

what’s on my mind . . .

I was reading The Observer Magazine last night and came across the article What’s on my mind…, a snapshot of what someone is thinking, and how much they are thinking about it (shown in percentages). I liked it so thought I’d ask myself, minus adding the percentages as that’ll crunch my brain and take away… Continue reading what’s on my mind . . .

if you were to write one last letter who would it be to and what would you write?

There was something in the news recently about the state-run postal service in Denmark closing down and delivering it’s last letters, the postboxes to be sold off. The thought of it filled me with dread and a fear of what would we do, where would we go, how would people send a letter? And that… Continue reading if you were to write one last letter who would it be to and what would you write?

10 days. 3 hits. to my beautiful dead family

It made a change to have a Christmas card making session at the Write Out Loud and I wasn’t initially too fussed about it. I felt like I would’ve preferred to be writing but unexpectedly it gave me a pleasant surprise, and that was the conversations that took place between us that just wouldn’t have… Continue reading 10 days. 3 hits. to my beautiful dead family

write out loud

I’ve recently joined a bereavement writing group. Each week part of the session is spent writing in silence for 20 minutes thoughts feelings  and sometimes tears penned onto paper, all initiated by a prompt. I thought I might share what I wrote two weeks ago What has Write Out Loud done for me?  As I… Continue reading write out loud

the challenges of a writer’s retreat

Sunday 1st DecemberI woke up this morning around 7am. I was hoping to sleep later considering I was back in the familiar marshmallow that is my own bed. Thinking that perhaps 7am was just my body’s preference for starting the day I consigned myself to accepting the fact. Snuggled within my warm feather duvet I… Continue reading the challenges of a writer’s retreat