[My third child recently turned one (wow!), and I also recently rediscovered this piece I had written very close to her arrival: A musing on what the arrival of this new little life will really mean, in all it’s glory and all it’s struggle…] “I Was Not Sleepwalking Anymore…”//19Feb2016 “The new life of my third child,… Read More “I Was Not Sleepwalking Anymore…”//19Feb2016
I bought my recording equipment with me to Nanny and Grandad’s this time. Oh and I also brought the three children – four, two, and 12 weeks. The optimistic part of me envisaged three little, dark-haired children suddenly losing their joy of the fight – the fight of anyone, anything, at anytime – and playing… Read More Recording Equipment//02Aug2016
This song is for all mothers who know the feeling of having utterly reached the edge of themselves. Written when I was heavily pregnant with my third child; when I was struggling with the challenging behaviour of a feisty three year old and 18m old. The physical and mental exhaustion left me feeling pretty crushed… Read More The Edge of Myself//20Mar2017
I am in pursuit. But my goal has changed. Three children in, I am learning that the pursuit of perfection is myth – as useful as worrying about finding a unicorn when you’re in a zoo. The artist-mother that I am getting used to being is learning to accept different aims. To embrace and to… Read More In Pursuit of Awkward Clunky//27Feb2016
I have recently become aware of a feeling within me that has been difficult to name or put my finger on. Unconscious of it’s growth, I have come to a point where I can no longer ignore it. Brewing within me uncomfortably, like yeast expanding in a small space, it sits in the background. Present… Read More Living in the Tension: Creativity and Motherhood//04Feb2016
