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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!

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?

my love letter to the 24 bus route

Not long after making the decision to create a self-directed residency based around the 24 bus route, an opportunity came to me in the form of a competition, a competition that was totally aligned with what I would be exploring – my existence though the 24 bus route. The competition with Letters Live was framed… Continue reading my love letter to the 24 bus route

leading lights. an almost silent story

from Hastings to the caravan park to St Leonards to London to me. the lights are leading the way. I’ve arrived. and I’m all settled in at my new home for the next two weeks. my first every artist residency. here I come. glowing.

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

do you believe in synchronicity?

I do. It happens to me all the time. Take my teddy for instance, well, it was my brother’s when he was little actually. Anyhow, on Wednesday this week I decided to bring it back from Spain with me and look after it a bit better than I had been. I also wanted to get… Continue reading do you believe in synchronicity?