Authenticity

On A Future of Sorts

On A Future of Sorts

Well now, let’s be honest, we are neither hither or thither are we? One must forgive a person for feeling a tad discombobulated when even the powers that be appear to be suffering the same predicament. For those untroubled by threatening life conditions, the future has long been something almost completely in our control: we…

The Tizz

The Tizz

I got myself in the most terrible tizz this weekend. Just inside my head, you understand? I wasn’t throwing plates, trolling strangers on social media or evicting the family so I could have a hissy fit in the peace of an empty house, but I did experience a kind of muddly, outraged brain that wouldn’t…

Earning Our Lives

Earning Our Lives

I had a thought today. Or perhaps more a joining of the dots than a thought? A kind of awakening where before there was only drowsy acceptance that sleepwalking through our own lives is the only possibility. It struck me you see that each and very day we are bargaining with the promise of tomorrow…

The Life Audit

The Life Audit

It’s been ever such a long time since I did a public Life Audit (though it remains a mainstay of my private journaling practise). And so here it is, same format as always with a freshly designed printable audit for my lovely VIP and Salon members here, so you too can hold a thorough examination…

The Jumble Bag

The Jumble Bag

Once upon a time it was commonplace around these parts to keep a bag at hand in which all those things destined for the church “jumble-sale” would be stored until the church roof fell in again and funds need to be raised from the delightful practice of filling the hall with pasting tables and setting…

The Torrid Time

The Torrid Time

Now then, did I ever tell you about the night I had a torrid time? Finley was at his drum lesson and to pass the time while I waited for him, I took myself to Tesco and rather randomly bought a slow cooker. Feeling rather pleased with myself I pushed my trolley into the dark…