Song of Myself (from Walt Whitman’s ‘Leaves of Grass’)

Trawling through my old poetry file, I stumbled across these deeply familiar yet long-forgotten words, which as a teenager I knew by heart: “I exist as I am, that is enough. If no other in the world be aware, I sit content. If each and all be aware, I sit content… I dote on myself; … More Song of Myself (from Walt Whitman’s ‘Leaves of Grass’)

Memories from a box

We finally finished unpacking the last of our storage boxes two nights ago, after my clever husband completed the epic process of laminating, trimming, notching, sanding, joining, mounting and varnishing some beautiful Meranti bookshelves for our living room. One of the books I rediscovered is a diary of mine from 1998, when I was 15, … More Memories from a box

Lesotho Memories

When I turned on my phone on Monday morning the first email to come through was from an old friend of my mother’s. She had recently signed up to my blog, and had emailed to introduce herself. Reading over her words evoked memories full of the powerful emotions of childhood. I was four when we … More Lesotho Memories