Blog, Words

Wild

The rain drives a thousand needles into my skin, sharp as pinpricks, and I raise my face to the wind and welcome the pain. My toes squelch in boots long sodden, jeans dark and soaked right through. The wind screams at me, buffeting and battering as I raise my arms and scream back at it,… Read More Wild

Blog, Mental Health, Self, Words

I like the wrinkles round my eyes

I like the wrinkles round my eyes that crease up when I smile I like my crazy curly hair (although it’s taken a while) I like picking a tune out on old keys or strings or tin or wood I’m finally realising that it’s ok to say I’m good I like my tiny little ears… Read More I like the wrinkles round my eyes

Blog, Outdoors, Words

Last breaths of summer

It’s warm today, but not the searing heat of weeks past. Muted, warmth in the breeze, echoing the gentleness that hangs in the air. Plants still flower but without the vigour and brightness of high summer. Smaller flowers, duller tones. Leaves begin to droop, ever so slightly, as they cling to the parting waves, echoes… Read More Last breaths of summer

Blog, Words

Give me good news

Give me good news instead of wars and bombings, instead of death and conflict, instead of secrets and hoodwinks. Give me good news instead of global warming, instead of disease and famine, instead of injustice and food banks. Give me good news instead of racist language, instead of control and fear, instead of demands and… Read More Give me good news

Blog, Words

4

In these 4 walls Time stands still The air heavy with secrets It waits; until A whisper on the breeze Hints through an open window And we let go, Breathing out things We didn’t know we felt Share: