All is not as it seems

Small candle

The grief monster has reared its head once again, grabbing me by the throat, pinned me to the wall, saying: “you will grieve...”

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The performance

A stage set for a play illuminated in red

Are you living your life as you want to? Or just following a script neatly typed up for your convenience?

Fog

Writers block sometimes feels as if your brain is swimming in thick murky fog

Unexpected, unsolicited, relentless…

I wrote this post on 29 January 2017, but never published it, it was too raw, too difficult for me to read back, let alone to allow it to be read by people out there in the ether of the online world.  I have done a lot of personal healing and growing since this very bleak day earlier this year, so now I feel I am ready to let it go and allow others to see the raw emotions that made me write it in the first place.

Visceral 

Visceral love overtaking all senses...

Sin rima

Poesía en Español "Sin rima"

No rhyme

Who do you miss the most, and why? Write it down, express it, let it out...

Grief with life in between

...the Rio Olympics have brought home how different our lives are, without Michael here to watch the whole range of events, the little enjoyment I have experienced is always tinged with the acute sadness of his absence.

I didn’t choose bravery 

Brave are the refugees fleeing war-torn countries, risking life and limb in the hope they will carve out a better life for their families in a far away land. Brave are the doctors and nurses...