And in the park I see young men And toddlers (under 5s not an expert don’t @ me) Anyway they’re running free One grey head – a man The older parent I would be If … All these men on a Tuesday in the playground gathering Just like women do And swapping news But without all the accoutrements of young parenthood – no buggies … Continue reading Park Musing
I haven’t been here for a while and I’m not sure if this will become a long narrative. I’m a bit high on nail varnish fumes for reasons which will become clear if you read until the end. (I often know the punchline not how I’m going to get there). One evening during the first Lockdown, whilst I was moving mentally from day to evening … Continue reading Shouts & Whispers – drawing to please myself
On Thursday night I got to speak to activists from the Women’s Equality Party. Yes, I was talking to the converted but we all need some reassurance some times that we’re not shouting into the wind. And sometimes, we need to be reminded by our own team that what we’re doing matters and how it matters on a human level. Here’s something approaching what was … Continue reading Why I get angry when Caring is described as unskilled
I only ever lost track of him once It was the worst No idea how long it took to find him Maybe a few minutes. When he reappeared He looked at me and laughed I bet that scared you. And picked up his pint. We sat and stared out at the sea. And smirked. Continue reading Haiku for Carers
I hid I went out into the world I laughed I shouted I told a story maybe true Maybe a myth I dressed up I dressed down I picked berries from a bush & and ate them direct without washing them first. I escaped the weather. All of the weather I escaped from my past into my past. I felt desolate. I felt joy I … Continue reading And when the caring is over ….what next?
Today I have done day 3 of yoga with Adrienne without the full downward dog, plank or cobra, no lunges. But I kept moving and breathing for 30 minutes. I have sat down for as long afterwards. This morning I also have put on a load of washing, cleaned the bathroom and started to hoover the bedroom. Housework as a radical act of self care … Continue reading When your beer tastes weird – eat tumeric and get a test!
Not that your baking was legendary Continue reading Breakages
You are the person I shall most miss
in my future. Continue reading Promise to a grandchild I shall never meet
I feed the blackbird and its song feeds me Continue reading Sideways thought
He pays her a compliment totally lucid for a second she soaks it up like water into parched soil. Continue reading Haiku for Carers