He remembers blindly following the expected path. She remembers his hand over her mouth. He remembers too many parties to remember. She remembers fear. He remembers being the man most likely to. She remembers laughter, it still echoes deep inside.… More
The toy was found twenty years later, behind the wardrobe. She washed it, smiling as she remembered the tears and tantrums when it was first lost. Hanging it to dry, she anticipated his face when finally reunited with Bobsy. ‘Rabbit,’ he said that evening.… More
Is it just me, but oh, how hard the news is to listen to right now. It seems we’re being fed a constant stream of people out to save their careers, to further their careers… etc etc.
So to get rid of the nasty taste in my mouth, I sat down with my journal today and made a list of 50 things I could do to help other people – some small, some requiring more of a commitment.… More
We’re falling apart and there’s no-one left to put us back together. We just let things drop where they will. My finger on the stairs, your leg in the bathroom. We hold each other so gently, secretly measuring what’s left. Soon we’ll just be lips kissing our love to oblivion.… More
Here’s a little invitation to come to sit at my table and join my weekly writing group for a session – without leaving your computer. I thought I might share what I do in the two hours I run the group and perhaps you’ll want to join in with us all….… More
You are probably aware of the concept of the Artist Date. It was named and made famous by Julia Cameron in her book The Artists Way as a way creative people can fill up their well once a week.
The Artist Date is a once-weekly, festive, solo expedition to explore
something that interests you.
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