I was talking to a friend over the weekend and we were lamenting how hard it is to stay in the mindset of a shift we’d like to make. We’d read all the books, listened to all the podcasts, made some good progress, but when we stopped paying attention and let go of the external … Continue reading The slippery quality of change: can we ever make it stick?
My head likes many questions but they don’t like me they tangle me in knots until I want to flee but talk to me of magic and I’m as light as air rising in the thermals to appreciate what’s there there’s an energy that’s true but I can’t see or hear only stillness can reveal … Continue reading Out Of My Head
I’m listening to an audiobook called The Genius Zone: the breakthrough process to end negative thinking and live in true creativity, by Gay Hendricks (sounds right up my street doesn’t it?) As with many self-development books I’ve read (or listened to), it isn’t saying anything I don’t already know on some level, but often it … Continue reading Courting Creativity: accessing our inner genius to create the life we want
The fawn turned to the doe, eyes deep with fret and fright What if the worst should happen, what if it’s not alright The doe pulled her fawn close and whispered, the wisdom of her years Though she knew it was beyond her power, to vanquish all her fears The only thing that’s certain is … Continue reading What if?
Walking my dog I came across something I have never noticed in my 37 years on this Earth. I’ve doubtless walked past it many times, but this was the first time I actually saw it. Thin bridges of iridescence, flaring horizontally, suspended impossibly in mid-air and revealed only by the morning light. Their pattern was … Continue reading Everyday magic: finding wonder in the ordinary
The roses were in bloom, vivid colours a riot in Spring Yet one small bud remained curled tight and closed to everything Whilst the full-bodied fragrant roses soaked up sun and admiration This small bud was lost inside a mounting haze of frustration Try as she might the path to growth was hidden from her … Continue reading Late Bloomer
It's that time again, when my monthly submission to the wonderful Gobblers/Masticadores helps me step out of my comfort zone and put a story out into the world. At my first creative writing class, it was crafting flash fiction stories that sent lightbulbs pinging everywhere, the inspiration that eventually drew me towards setting up a … Continue reading Check
How would you feel if I called you lazy? I don't know about you, but I can feel my hackles rising, the word has so many negative connotations doesn’t it? It's a criticism which my inner critic, Brian, likes to wheel out every now and again, especially when I'm feeling stuck in a rut. He … Continue reading Work Hard, Laze Hard
Perched atop a road sign in composed regality the buzzard gathered silent strength meditatively she felt the value in the stillness and the peace of being alone the acceptance that came from being in the place that she called home she knew some birds that flew for months migrating far and wide they disdained her … Continue reading The Buzzard’s Cry
Pee upon the toilet seat I can think of nothing worse except of course when some sad soul puts it into verse Sorry about that. Photo by Karolina Grabowska on Pexels.com I've just finished reading Every Day is a Poem by the wonderful poet Jacueline Suskin and it's lit a poetry fire underneath me. Jacqueline … Continue reading When You Gotta Go