Micro

It’ was Lorraine’s fault There I was, minding my own business and the next thing I know, I am dancing in the dark with glow sticks in each hand. Now; I’m not good with walking these days, as you know. What was I thinking? Twenty years ago I was a pretty good dancer) I didContinue reading “Micro”

Paper Cut

We all need to feel grounded.  Walls and hedges, floors and edges, markers to our world’s defining spaces. Blanket stitching a creative space for everything to come, and everything to reflect upon; a place to heal within, to plan from.. A place to rest and go from next. A place to call home. A hubContinue reading “Paper Cut”

And Breathe

I have spent quite a lot of time looking at clouds recently. Either through a doorway at dawn or at dusk when the spectacular paint box of colours and shapes sploshes across our patch of sky. Or sometimes from the inside of a wheelchair as I get trundled on a too- far- to-walk-path or asContinue reading “And Breathe”

It’s not easy being green

Summers end, new school year, pencils in a row. Children reinvent themselves, some refuse to go. Autumn hides the cobwebs just as spring brushes them clean; Subscription to the promise of a new you yet unseen. Starting fresh sounds simple, leave the ghosts behind. Clear the debts from credit cards, from lovers, heart and mind.Continue reading “It’s not easy being green”

Darting about

Since I can remember I have had a feeling that the universe can contract and expand on the turn of a card, a moment’s fortune, a wind change. There are times where everything and anything is possible: the whole whole world is at your fingertips. You can do and be anything . Not simply inContinue reading “Darting about”

Moving on

We celebrated five years in Skye Blue house recently. Five years in St Abbs. Five years of watching my daughter turn from a child into a beautiful young woman. Five years of furry feet, blue paint, furry feet in blue paint, and repainting blue paint before furry feet go back outside and make blue pawContinue reading “Moving on”

Home

I’ll let you know my secrets,I’ll give you what I know.I’ll tell you all that made me,I’ll show you where I go. There is no understandingWithout first feeling pain.The blinding light of breakthrough sun,On shoulders soaked by rain. The humble yet deliciousCrust of bread, with butter – cold,When hunger is upon you;Rich and crumbly; yeastyContinue reading “Home”