I’m feeling a bit unsettled at the moment. As life becomes increasingly normal, many of the aspirations and possibilities which lit me up during the first lockdown period are disappearing, and I can’t quite explain it. It's almost like the break in the norm gave rise to a feeling that anything was possible, and with … Continue reading Lacking direction? Try the death bed exercise
The one that has it all
All of my pages, blog posts, rhymes and short stories in chronological order, newest to oldest. Peruse at your leisure.
Runaway
Ash checked his watch. He estimated he had five minutes until the next curfew patrol. He turned his attention back to the wall. A train rumbled on the bridge overhead, drowning out the sound of the spray cans as he worked. His consciousness sank into the flow of the paint as the cans danced in … Continue reading Runaway
Work, Worth and the Value of the Ordinary
Two blog posts in two days, unheard of for me, but there’s something on my mind and I can’t let it go. Today I heard a conversation. A woman was contrasting her job (serving food), with that of her husband’s (he was a headmaster). She said that out of the two of them, he went … Continue reading Work, Worth and the Value of the Ordinary
Football: love it or hate it, it serves a purpose
I’ve been a sports widow since I met my husband almost 19 years ago (with the exception of our first few weeks together, when he was trying to make a good impression). True story: he dumped me on our first wedding anniversary to go and play in a golf tournament with his Dad. I suppose … Continue reading Football: love it or hate it, it serves a purpose
Senryu #1
I’m wordy by nature. I talk a lot, I write a lot, if there’s a word limit I always go over it...I like words! But in a bid to move out of my comfort zone I’ve tried a bit of micropoetry this week, inspired by David @theskepticskaddish. I’ll leave the explanations there...though it’s hard!
Meaning: keep it simple
For a couple of years I felt well and truly stuck... I was well educated and thought that would automatically translate to ‘success’ in life (success was pretty narrowly defined in terms of paid employment, so perhaps I wasn’t that well educated after all). I didn’t know what I wanted to do, but knew I … Continue reading Meaning: keep it simple
Plucky Young Chick
The ostrich kept her head, buried deep within the sand Whilst out on the horizon, grew a blight upon the land A storm was brewing steadily, a darkness in the air The ostrich felt its presence, but she never looked up there Her hole was nice and cosy, her world in there cocooned She buried … Continue reading Plucky Young Chick
Journaling for my future self
Journaling can be very therapeutic, but it turns out it’s even more useful when you have a shocking memory. I found an old paper and pen journal which my daughter bought me a couple of years ago. I’d almost entirely forgotten about it, but reading back through the entries has been eye opening. Up until … Continue reading Journaling for my future self
Rinse and Repeat
I stare upon my nemesis, the mountainous pile of clothes So begins another day of the drudgery I loathe A never ending cycle of rinse, and dry and fold I try to approach it with optimism, but it very soon gets old The soundtrack to my life is water, spin and hum The ear grating … Continue reading Rinse and Repeat
Van Life: I don’t have the hair for it
My obsession begins… Pre-pandemic our family holidays would often involve a long-haul flight and an Airbnb with a pool. If you mentioned camping, I’d likely break out in a cold sweat as I flashed back to sodden and midge-bitten childhood camping holidays. But like many people over the past year, the desire to get away … Continue reading Van Life: I don’t have the hair for it
Rae Cod’s Writing 