What is it they say? If you want to make God laugh tell her your plans? Well, I hope someone up there is laughing because I certainly am not. I am fed up. Actually that’s F.E.D. U.P. with a good half a dozen exclamation marks for emphasis. (!!!!!!!!) For fear of seeming to contradict more…
Tag: Emmerdale
Nourish Your Soul
There is a hunger in my belly. A gnawing rumble. An emptiness. A hollow entreaty to be satiated. It is not food I crave. I am lucky there, food aplenty in my fridge, or delivered to my door. No, it is a deeper yearning, a desire to be fed, to suckle and be nurtured and…
Death and the Elephant
There are some days not quite as bright as others, even when the sun is shining. The dark clouds of grief, or fear, or anger, or helplessness just roll on in like an impending storm to obliterate any rays of hope and possibility. The elephant in the room looms impossibly loud and large, knocking the…
Talk Update – Cancer and The Art of Living – with Leah Bracknell January 18th 2018
Hello Everyone, I just wanted to check in and say thank you SO much for such a positive response and support for the talk – Cancer And the Art of Living on January 18th 2018 in London. Just to clarify I shall be giving a talk inspired by my blogs somethingbeginningwithc.com and my…
Not Just An Ordinary Day – Sky Clad and Loving It.
Between the trees the candles flicker and beckon, leading us down towards the clearing Where the fire glows. We gather, in circle, side by beautiful side, in anticipation, bodies swaying, drums and rattles in hand. Nervous. Poised. Expectant. And then, arising from the remnants of the day, it comes. The first call to action. Like…
The Journey
Above Two buzzards circling, Sky-spiralling. Spread-winged, eagle-eyed, in freedom flight, spring soaring. Roaring by Gone now in a flash, the bat of an eye, the beat of my heart, the train speeds on and life flashes by. This journey wears a groove in my life, deeper it cuts each time I say “Return to London,…
Saggy not Loose.
The LW ladies were absolutely lovely. Not at all intimidating, nor indeed remotely loose, but genuinely warm and friendly. In fact everyone was. I was bowled over by their generosity. In make up, Jenni McAlpine and I played the “have we met before?” game, decided that we probably had somewhere in our past, and chatted…
The Accidental Cancer Pilgrim
So, as the seismic shock waves of the summer’s events rumble off like thunder into the distance with the fleeing autumn, I emerge bruised, blinking mole-like, and poke my head from beneath the rubble to survey the damage. The good news is – I am alive. Yay. The bad news is – oh yes, the…
Something beginning with C 