a delicious day to dance

Sweltering Sunday surrounds me with sunny yellow glows on backdrops of pure blue, and green, green grass. A delicious day to dance. Written content is © All rights are reserved. August 2017.

seek, see, love and do

A beautiful friend of mine found the following on Facebook and linked me to it… I think she could tell how fully I can relate, and I love her all the more for knowing my soul inside out: I would rather pass my days lying in the middle of dirt roads, staring at the full…

enjoying a winter wonderland

Where have I been the last couple of months? Well, I am not going to kid myself and say that there has been anyone who reads this blog who has actually thought that, but I’d like to stroke my own ego for a moment… I have actually been all over the place, and really didn’t…

Home…?!

Home. Funny word that. Home is where my parents are. Or the hotel in whichever country I am travelling around. Or my bedroom in my flat share. Or my sisters’ flats, when they cook me good food. Or my friends’ homes, when I stay overnight. I have always felt like I am still searching for…

I love those moments…

I drive along country roads in autumn; warm, vibrant, coloured leaves fall from the trees, dancing, twirling around the top of the car in front, and swirling in a mini hurricane that I drive through unseen. Waking up on a Saturday morning in my own bed, not hungover, and realising I don’t have to work…

Sublime

A look in the mirror confirmed the suspicion What needed to be done would be Without circumspection Eight years was a long time To wipe away But they were mine and I walked the line Walked away Man, it was sublime   Written content is © All rights are reserved. September 2011.

Facets of cherry coloured berries

Cherries and berries Peaches but no pie Multi coloured facets Of shapes and patterns Fill our eyes Explosions of colour Exaggerated Nature, Clouds, sky, rustling leaves of trees All are chalk drawings Standing out against the ground Of grey human nature Rigid rules Bent Under the weight Of vibrant iridescence Sweet as cherries and berries…

childhood discoveries

childhood discoveries I started drawing again… I forgot how therapeutic it is, even if just scribbles. It reminds me that there are depths to myself I have forgotten, or lost along the way. How many things we are capable of doing when we are young but that we then forget as we grow older, as…