[Notes from a Creative/Mother of three on the surprise gift of time: Squeezing creative space out of scraps of the day.] As I sit, surrounded by biege walls, shoulder to shoulder with other mothers-to-be, bellies swollen and rings tight on fingers, I hear the sighs. The huffs and puffs. The groans of people wanting to… Read More Waiting Area 2//12Feb2016
[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
Looking down to belly expanding. Blooming, stretching, creating. Unstoppable forces push, push from inside. What has begun will be finished. I look. Touch. Dwell. Third time a house. Third time we stretch. Can we stretch enough? Or will the elastic reach its limit? A capacity unknown, full of trepidation and “shitting oneself”. Yet full of… Read More The Stretch//04Nov2015
