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”

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”

Limbo

There’s a place called land of LimboOn the outskirts of the town,A place where friends are seldom made,In case you let them down. In case the big black dog returnsClaws sharpened on your door.And all the bags stored under bedsAre hurled in cars once more. In case the roots you want to growEntangle up yourContinue reading “Limbo”

Patience

When I was little sweets were banned, and only for rare treats.There’s plenty fruit and bread for toast,You don’t need these to eat! But shops had jars all glistening, and sparkling sugar beckoned.And being young,  the thought of waiting: even for a second,Was torture for my little head,And I became adept, At savouring each morselContinue reading “Patience”

Thankyou

As we look past the storm damage and the winter garden, bereft of it’s colours and usually dug up by four giant paws … We could be sad and ponder all that was lost, and is gone: lament the landscape of change. Or we could take a moment to celebrate all that has been andContinue reading “Thankyou”