Closure

Closure

the year we wished we could pack up banish into the loft or post off and discard to a distant land how to make sense of a time where the only gift was darkness the forest whispers ‘do nothing’ the next year will come will always, steadily, reliably wrap...
Towards healing part two/3: Yellow hats

Towards healing part two/3: Yellow hats

We got matching yellow hats that day. From Wilko’s I think, plus a hand towel each. Oh, and we dropped by a charity shop, rummaged hastily… ‘There must be a couple here somewhere?’ – emerging exuberant with our finds! One over-sized, simply enormous,...
Towards healing part one/3: Would you dance?

Towards healing part one/3: Would you dance?

There came a day when I was driving and for no known reason, and rather embarrassingly, I thought of the 00’s song ‘Hero’ by Enrique Inglesias. (https://open.spotify.com/track/24Gxm7Eh7tO83E26LG0CsY ) Or at least a few lines from it. Almost against my better reasoning...
Shrines

Shrines

What takes up space in our homes? In our lives? In our time? How do we know when we have run out of space? Or when a little space makes itself known? From time to time I run out of space and I only realise when a little has been clawed back, when I catch myself...