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
Category: musings
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
I do have dreams!
I dream of meeting my half sister. Isn’t that mad! I have a half sister! She’s my sibling, I’m not an only child, as I always kinda thought I was, must be, after Mark died. But no, I have a half sister. I’ve known about her all my life, met her even when we were… Continue reading I do have dreams!
you see I have this repetitive call inside of me to map
It may be absolutely wet and wild out there, kinda batten down the hatches type of weather but I feel so excited and so ready for this day, a day that has been in the planning for months now. You see I’m about to begin a two week self-directed artist residency based in Pimlico, London,… Continue reading you see I have this repetitive call inside of me to map
a story of reconnecting with my inner child
For as long as I can remember I’ve been carrying around with me this invisible wall that I seem to be perfected in the art of erecting, right in my path, anytime I get too close to the wire in sharing my artwork. You might think that sounds absurd considering there’s a lot of it… Continue reading a story of reconnecting with my inner child
