Boundaries and limits

After receiving my epilepsy diagnosis, I spiralled into a state of shock, disbelief, fear, and , yes, self pity. Emotions I’ve spent decades burying rushed to the surface. Sadness, anger, grief, and even guilt. It’s taken a long winding road full of hills and valleys, moving along narrow rocky paths inches from the edge of… Continue reading Boundaries and limits

The Art of Perfection (or is it a curse?)

The art of perfection takes years to perfect, yes pun intended. My lessons began at an early age and growing up in the 60s and 70s, we didn’t mince words. The world was seen in shades, not colour. I recall old adages relating to ‘doing things right’ ‘haste makes waste’ and ‘if you want something… Continue reading The Art of Perfection (or is it a curse?)

Rise & Fall

Day 29, only one more to go!!!! one foot in front of another….trudging –slow–and–steady..reaching to–wards a cloudless sky to greet the sun’s awakening.   teetering atop unstable rocks, earth toppling…down to–wards the lush valley below…. r-ol-l lin-g   to…..a…..STOP!!!against a BOULDER    OF GRANITE, a… rush… of… .air… E-X-P-E-L-L-E–D through a mouth…. filled with dust, … a……… Continue reading Rise & Fall

NaPoWriMo 2022

I know there’s still two more days left, but you know how fickle the creative mind is, and this little bit popped into my head this morning. Write a poem, they say and complete one every day. For thirty days you must write, scribbling well into the night. This isn’t a contest with prizes or… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 2022


How can we as a society breakdown the barriers between us—barriers separating our individuality and uniqueness. How can we allow the atrocities of another lay waste to a belief different to theirs—a belief stemmed from centuries of old customs, a way of life, a community with ideals, and the need to survive. How can we… Continue reading How