Simon

As is my wont at Christmas, I follow Eastenders for a few weeks, to enjoy whatever tragic, doom-laden festive finale they lay on. One of the storylines this year involves Mel discovering her soon to be husband is a bigamist....it reminded me of that time I was in the same boat..... In Jan 2002, 2mths...

Friends (not the TV series)

I've lost my Tribe. This is a thought which has plagued me for months. I used to have lots of close friends. I was a serial best-friender. I never questioned that one day I might have none. So, I was thinking back through time about my closest friends and these were the main players..... Aged...

The Hardest Post I’ll Ever Have To Write.

I watched a very moving documentary this week called Annie From The Ashes (check it out on iPlayer). During the course of filming it is mentioned that a mother was suffering from Post Natal Depression, which started me thinking of an incredibly difficult time in my life. I have pondered over writing this, wanting it...

Anti-Depressants

I have such a complicated relationship with anti-depressants. When I first got prescribed them, over 30yrs ago, I thought I would pop this little pill in my mouth and very soon become the person I wanted to be...confident, sociable, content, motivated. I tried many, many varieties and combinations over the years and for me, I...

Creativity

I've been putting off getting my new water colour paints and pad out. The different papers and glitter and metallic acrylic paints I'd bought, had hung, idle, in a carrier bag. But, the urge to get 'creative' has been surging through me. There's been a direct correlation to me practicing tuning into my womb (feminine...

Nostalgia

Well the weather this week has really been messing with my mind. I love snow more than any other human in the world. Fact. So, living here, in sub-tropical Deal, which has 'successfully' avoided getting any fucking snow all week, pretty much, has been nigh on torturous. I have been obsessively glued to the Live...

Becoming A Grown Up….hahaha.

When I was in the third year at school I had a crush on a boy called Mick in the fifth year. He seriously could not have made it more obvious to me that he was not interested. He had black spiky hair, was tall and reed thin and loved punk (obvs). Cut to me...

Coffee.

Well, who'da believed it? Certainly not me. That coffee could be harder to give up for me than alcohol is currently baffling me. I did not have myself down as a caffeine addict. I've always enjoyed a cup of coffee...and of Earl Grey (black tea) and I'm not a particularly huge chocolate fan...give me a...

Homework

At my own bequest I asked Ivan if my homework for this week could be no Netflix and no social media for a week, concentrating on the Womb Wisdom book, painting the flat, creating art, writing the blog, writing to Joshua (I have started corresponding with a lifer in an Ohio Correctional Institution. He has...

My Great Loves. Part Dos.

I was in the 4th year at Secondary School when a lanky, skinny, Crombi & loafer wearing  'yute' arrived in the 3rd year. His presence was immediately felt, not only cos he was already 6ft 3in and dwarfed most of his contemporaries, but, because he came crashing into everyone's consciousness as the kid that was...