Authenticity

Still A Daughter

Still A Daughter

Over the past few weeks, during my time out here at BrocanteHome, I have sifted through sixteen years of blog posts deciding which would come with me into the next stage of Brocante’s evolution, and reliving all my highs and lows along the way. Some days I laughed as I shared all the Finnicism’s in…

On Friends

On Friends

Then just like that everything shifts. Something in my head. The weight I have been carrying like so many burdens. Two stone of sadness falling off as the days develop a gentler rhythm, the hours spiked with walks around the village and careful sojourns to the farm to select the food I, and I alone like. And…

So Many Jewels

So Many Jewels

As little girls and young women we adorn ourselves with dangly earrings, paste brooches and rows and rows of beads. We get carried away, accessorize ourselves to the max and keep all our non-precious gems in a jewelry box with a ballerina who spins in celebration whenever we peek inside to see that which she guards over,…

A Kind of Mourning

A Kind of Mourning

Perhaps then, this is the natural order of things. Turning pages. Starting new chapters. The bewildering evaporation of all that we have known – a slate life wipes clean for us, because attachment, pain or dependency keeps us tied to all that is clogging up our emotional arteries. This is what I know: we can…

Out With Lanterns

Out With Lanterns

I am all of us. I have been foolish. I have believed in things that weren’t true and imagined myself capable of much that I am simply not. I have made bad decisions in the midst of struggles I was too ashamed to share. And tucked terrible things deep down inside me afraid of what would…

Morning Melancholy

Morning Melancholy

My Mum used to wake up in rather a bad grump. Mornings coloured her outlook on life and seemingly made it impossible for her to see the positives in her day until mid-morning when to all our relief she seemed to thaw her way back to loveliness. It was difficult to live with and something…