Authenticity

Last week I dreamt that I needed to see under everything. So I was crawling under trains and insisting people stand on their heads so I could inspect…

The sky is a creamy blue and the rooves dusted with icing sugar. And in here, in the flocked walls of home, I have been quite certain that…

I have lost my voice again. I open my mouth and nothing comes out, though the words exist fully formed and spoken. I have lost my voice and…

One of the things that I am committed to seeking is awe. That mysterious emotion we cannot chase but have to happen across. An emotion that stops us…

Well now, one minute I was fretting about whether Father Christmas had managed to stuff Finn’s stocking with all that a nineteen year old man-boy could desire and…

Well, I said I would be back in September and while obviously I meant at the very beginning of the month, instead of on this, the 28th, consider…

August has arrived and the time has come for me to down tools and take my annual month long holiday away from BrocanteHome. As you know the past…

I have written a few of these posts over the years, and thought it was time for another to reflect on who I am now, at fifty. You…

I was once crazy head over heels in love with a lovely man who told me that he showered in the dark because he couldn’t bear to look…

In Japan, the word akēru means “to pierce, to end, to begin” – the aftermath of something broken making room for something new to blossom like so many…

And so I have had to let him go and there is no point talking about it because it has been confusing, terrible and so very, very sad,…

So there I was charging along on my treadmill, doing a little giddy dance inside my head as I reached my personal best without having a coronary, while…

People are so very kind. It simply never ceases to astonish me how when my world falls down in this way, so many step in to cradle me…

I cried in TK Maxx yesterday, I stood in front of a chenille pink flamingo baby rocker – of all things – and suddenly I was balling. In…

One of the things that is ridiculous about me (and trust me I am positively abundant in ridiculousity) is my quiet passion for Scooby Doo. In fact sometimes…

I do believe I have just two modes: serene and swanlike or completely off my head. And honestly, completely off my head seems to be the way I’m…

Sometimes the need for change wallops you in the face. But more often than not, its a creeping sensation. Truth that wraps around you like a vine, tendrils…

Recently, I keep finding myself walking the dreadfully unpredictable halls of Reddit in search of who knows what? Stimulation? Entertainment? Laughs? Horror? Disgust? Fright? Food for thought? Outrage?…

I shouldn’t be allowed on the internet. Sometimes I have to bite my tongue and sit on my hands and generally give myself a good talking to so…

Hello, I’m so sorry I haven’t been around. One of the oddest things about being a blogger is that when sad things happen, I have to toss a…