Life

  • The Aching Quiet

    The aching quiet. You’d know it, I’m sure. The moment something could have been said but wasn’t. The moment silence was filled with a smile, a giggle, a tear. That’s what I think the aching quiet is. An ache of… Continue reading

  • When You Became the Sun

    I promised this virtual space of mine that I’d sprinkle some heart into it, and so grows this poem: planted from a memory, watered with love. I felt this introduction necessary because I am well aware that grief is an… Continue reading

  • The Gift of Bother

    Last week I was car-less. Imagine. A young Mum with things to do. Places to go. Objects to move from one place to another. Small children to move from one place… To another. What a bother. And then it struck… Continue reading