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A Northern Girl

A northern girl sits upon the grass and stares down the years down the past And as the sun shines and future taps her on the shoulder she blanks him and looks only inwards

Outdoors

Photo of the day: May 4th, 2017

The wind stung at my eyes as I wandered over the moor. All around me, the silver white grass reflected pale sunbeams, like ghosts in the air. The hollow was welcome, a darker respite, a human comfort. Water trickled in the stream, diamond clear, ever onwards. And I stopped and stood in silence, below the… Read More Photo of the day: May 4th, 2017

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Photo of the day – May 3rd, 2017

A space in the garden. Good things come to those who wait.

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Change

One Empty Shelf is changing. There, I said it, it’s finally out. It’s happening. Eek! It’s a scary step, and some would say a strange decision. But the truth is, I’ve changed – and for a while now I’ve felt restricted by the ‘Minimalism’ focus of the blog. Don’t get me wrong, simplifying, being minimal,… Read More Change

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Clearing out – Spring Decluttering

It’s spring! Finally! And along with the better weather and hints of warmth appearing in the longer days, I seem to have woken from the sluggishness of winter along with the season. Feeling more ‘spring-like’ means I’ve been looking at life with new eyes…and along with that, comes the inevitable feeling to declutter again. Since… Read More Clearing out – Spring Decluttering

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Time Away

It’s strange, the way that time away begins to nurture that creativity in my head. Away from social media, away from glaring screens, all energy used in walking, eating, drinking, socialising, instead of work and stress. Instead of have-to and should-be. A break from alarm clocks and commutes, from bank statements and bad news. A… Read More Time Away

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Anti-social Media

Today, I awake especially early. Dawn just hinting behind grey clouds. Rain battering the window pane, hurled against the glass by the strong gusts roaring outside. I sat up, bleary eyed. Pulling back the white curtains, wrapping myself in the residual warmth of the duvet, I sat in that space between sleep and wake and… Read More Anti-social Media