Tag: love

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

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!

where to turn next?

Two intense weeks, an average of 11,000 steps a day walking the route, acquainting myself with all 74 of the bus stops, hundreds of photos taken and a healthy handful of interviews obtained, I have a lot to gather and collate!  There’s also the reflecting on what has shined through bright in this past fortnight… Continue reading where to turn next?