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HIRAETH

(n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.

 
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Where the wild things were

In creating the new me I discovered I kind of liked the old one - it was safer . Like most people I started the year off with new goals,...

Feel the fear and do it anyway ..

That is what all the new age , self help gurus would tell us . Easier said than done . However it is this years new challenge as I line...

Open roads - fast cars, roadside cafes

I've been up for hours , since 1.38 a.m to be precise. It is strange the thoughts you have in the midnight hours. For some reason I also...

Unpacking the suitcase -

It seems time to think can lead me down one of two paths - filling the emotional suitcase or emptying the baggage. It really is the...

Time Technology winter Days and Clouds

Update your phone they said, its easy....... Apparently you just press this button and then a cloud does all the work. Well that is not...

What do we miss when it is taken away ?

What I thought I wanted is not actually what I needed. This strange little lock down and  enforced change of lifestyle has opened my eyes...

A GAME OF PATIENCE

I am patiently awaiting the proof copy of my book  The Suitcase which should arrive this week. In the meantime my work desk is sitting...

Nocturnal thoughts and ramblings

My mind is in overdrive as I have tossed and turned away the last few nights. You see the recent murder of a woman and her children has...

Trusting the ground below

There is a reason I like to keep my feet firmly planted on terra firma. I can feel the solid ground beneath me , knowing I am safe and ...

Today is -

Today is Tuesday - simple really. Some may call it New Years eve, the day after Monday, the day they go back to work or have their...

Painting a Canvas - outside the lines

I am thinking of changing my creative pursuits to painting. I really feel like donning myself a brightly sewn smock made from an old...

So ends the winter of my discontent

I feel rather Shakespearean when I utter these words to no one in particular, an ageing actor pacing the stage connecting with their...

Raking over old coals

I have been in a reflective mood today. It has been drizzling a beautiful fresh rain for days and this harbours well for days of...

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The suitcase

One woman's  struggle to save herself.
If you had  to escape and have ninety minutes, 3 children and an old suitcase  what would you pack ? 
What do you value ? 
Is it sentiment or practicality that takes over?
What could you fit into The Suitcase.

 
 

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