Rising There is tenderness in rising every morning just as the sun rises consistently, it never crawls under the covers and hides even when the day has been broken by terror or loss or grief There is vulnerability in rising every morning knowing you cannot […]

Little Rituals I prefer setting intentions of goodness to lingering in the dread of bad things to come I prefer wearing black and seeing internal kaleidescopes to wearing colours and living in darkness in my mind I prefer the sound of Gregorian chanting to the […]

Reading You will find me between the covers of a book wandering around in worlds I’ve never lived in, back in a tunnel of time, you, Mr Darcy and me, well, whomever I feel like being You will find me on a page lost between […]

Tea The world is crumbling, life has gone insane, something must be done It looks like nothing this rising, walking to the sink, hands held firmly on the kettle as the heaviness fills the jug The switch flicked water simmers then boils the kettle vibrates […]