Today is one of many important markers to come. Three months to the day Since her life slipped away. Where have they gone? Where have they gone? The world carries on as always – deadlines, exhaustions, overcrowded trains. Yet I can’t find myself in it. I feel brittle and frail My hands shaky and pale … More Three Months without My Mother
I wrote this poem in September 1996, when I was 14. I stumbled across it tonight, and it suddenly seemed an excellent expression of some of my emotions. *** I wonder where in the deep dark depths That some may call my mind That quiet place In a turbulent race To be, achieve, survive… The … More When all other expression fails, turn to poetry!
I have been thinking and talking a lot recently about identity and creativity. In part of an email to a friend, Onke, last week, I wrote “I wonder if we all struggle to some degree to acknowledge or recognise our ‘true self’? It is such a flexible and constantly changing thing, responding to our environment … More Multiplicity
I have had a very sociable few days, and it has been an important shift back into ‘normal’ life. These were the first few social visits, away from those immediately mourning Tessa, post the accident (‘the accident’ is how I find myself referring to it when I’m trying to not get emotional; at other times it’s simply … More Monday’s Reflections (written 04/07/2011)