Labels and Lists, Soul and Self

It's funny how falling ill becomes the pursuit of labels.  Labels, boxes, the very things that we seek to shun in most circles become all that define us.  We become defined by what we cannot do. Sometimes it's so easy to get bogged down in what we can no longer do that we lose all... Continue Reading →

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I am a navigator Adrift on an endless sea Maybe the waves will carry me home If there is ever a home to be found

I am a Little Meadow Flower

I am a little meadow flower Slightly ragged Barely noticeable Sometimes called weed Lost almost In a field of many blooms Adding to the beauty Of the many But nothing on my own I take the soil Whatever's given me And make seed For the future For whoever follows That is all I am a... Continue Reading →

The Nature of Me

What is me? A shadow or a being? Something lost or something to be found? If at birth I am me Then once I was me But now? Who is me? If at death I am me Then I am not yet me Then what of now? Is me just a hope or dream? Something... Continue Reading →

How Do You Like to Journey?

Life is all about journeys, metaphorical or otherwise.  Sometimes we don't even realise that we're on the journey and although some would prefer the comfort and control of a well thought out itinerary, some of the best, some of the most memorable, some of the most meaningful were never planned.  I have to admit that... Continue Reading →

My Goldfish Year

I have learnt to live with my limitations on a day-to-day basis; I mean, I just don't have the energy to fight it anyway!  Most days, I don't expect myself to do anything in particular and certainly not by any particular time or in any particular order.  I let my day unfold as my body... Continue Reading →

It is Time

~ Trigger Alert ~   I have never feared death. But yet I fear change. I feel the pain of loss and mourn those who have passed. Some I wish were still here.  Was it really their time to go? Death, our attitudes to it, well, that's a curious thing.  We like to pretend in... Continue Reading →

Bruises, Bleeds and Breaks

~ Trigger Alert ~     Who're you going to tell? Who'd believe you anyway? They said that names will never hurt you They say it's just words But hearts bruise And hearts bleed And hearts break     The constant stream of insults (Name-calling would be so simple) But there's more, always more Mocking,... Continue Reading →

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