I can teach you about the smell of lavender when you brush it against your hand. I can teach you about the life cycle of a butterfly. I can teach you how to tie your shoe laces and brush your teeth: under, over; back and forth. I can teach you how to plant a seed… Read More The Smell of Lavender//02Feb2019
My back gave up on me this week. It’s been threatening to for a while. I think six years of constantly carrying one small child or another on my left hip finally caught up on me. The straw that broke this camel’s back was a ‘fun walk in the sun over the hill’ with the… Read More Physicality//10May2018
I find myself seeking out the little pools of autumn light around the house. I sink into them and bathe like a lizard, absorbing all the warmth and goodness from the sun in the knowledge that winter, and increasing darkness, will soon be upon us. Like a squirrel I am storing up this light in… Read More Seeking Out The Light//12Nov2017
Little boy in red stands on the doorstep. Fresh-faced but unaware of what is ahead. Book-bag clutched in a clammy hand and full of nothing but potential. We have arrived at this moment. A milestone I have been crawling to for some time now. Some days I have crawled through mud and across glass to… Read More Acorn//19Sep2016
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
If you were to open any of the large books in our house you are very likely to find a collection of old, pressed leaves and flowers squeezed between the pages. I have always had a thing about spotting that bright autumn leaf on the other side of the road and quickly gathering it up… Read More Pressed Leaves//06Oct2016
As the two ladies throw their blade-like glances across the cafe toward us, the fog descends. My cheeks no longer burn though – this is the norm. My head and heart feel different things. Head says to them, “either you clearly don’t have children or you have the insipid, boring type who have no real… Read More Lady of the Lowlands//22Oct2016
