Identity – who am I?
I’d like to say I’m having and identity crisis. But I’m not. Because I don’t feel like there is a me to have an identity crisis about.
I’m aware that I didn’t blog last week and it’s because I feel like I’m in a bit of a cocoon soup and so I’m not really sure … Read more
What is loss?
P asked me what the loss of a parent is like.
It is cutting trees by the river with your mum’s pruning saw and dropping it in the water, shouting ‘No! No! No!’ as you grab for it and can’t reach it and watch it sink into darkness away from you.
It is a sick … Read more
Music of our lives
… Read more“if you came to a shaman or medicine person complaining of being disheartened, dispirited, or depressed, they would ask one of four questions.
When did you stop dancing?
When did you stop singing?
When did you stop being enchanted by stories?
When did you stop finding comfort in the sweet territory
Path out of domestic drudgery
Here and there
Over half term we spent a night away in a very mediocre hotel in the very unromantic Telford. When we got home we walked the dogs and came back home and I cried.
At the hotel I see what I want to eat, here I see what I have to cook.… Read more