Its been two years of stuckness. Two years of low inspiration, low creativity, low synchronicity and a loss of connection with the universe. I wondered time and time again, why am I here? What am I supposed to be learning from this? Where are my angel signs to show me what to do? And then … More Mama knows best
I have been wrestling with this question my whole teenage and adult life. When I was younger, it was pretty obvious that I had to try to be better, prettier, thinner, funnier, smarter, nicer, more attractive etc, etc. I used to write out endless self-improvement lists, create impossible new timetables of habits I wanted to … More Should I strive for better or love myself as I am?
“What’s it like to be a teacher, Miss?” I scoffed at the eight year old girl who randomly asked this question as we walked to class. “Tiring!”, I replied too quickly, immediately feeling guilty. I tried to recover by giving a more inspiring reply to this young curious mind… I was tired, though. It was … More A term as a teacher
Loneliness engulfs me whole a blackness that allows only illusion of light a pretence of non existence but it’s there louder and bigger with each denial “it’s ok”, I say “I’m fine”, I pray “It’s my choice”, I say it’s not. it’s an outset of circumstance much like illness or separation a series of choices … More {poem}
Photo credit: Emilychun My mind wide awake. Lights off. Body heavy on the sheets. Tick, tick of my clock. Five hours left until it rings. I pray. Holy mother of the universe Bless me I beg of you to bless me Guide me I beg of you to guide me Inspire me I beg … More I couldn’t sleep last night.
Photo credit: Fiona Lyn via Flickr A knot underneath my chest. Fluttering in my heart. Tension in my lips. My teeth press together. I am feeling insecure. An argument with a friend. Was I in the wrong? I am always the strange one. I feel rejected. Judged. Whats wrong with me? A weekend comes. … More Insecurities
Photo credit: Veronica C I started working in a residential children’s home as a residential social worker with kids who can’t live with their families. Its a job unlike any other I’ve had so far. Its like entering an alternate universe. One of social workers, care orders, parenting decisions, children’s behaviour and staff’s emotions. Childhood … More The balancing act never ends
Sometimes my blogs start with a reflection that springs up and I jot down. The thought that started this one was: no one ever can, ever will, love me like my mother. I am currently in Florence, a city that pulls you back centuries so that you feel you are in another life, another time. … More Love thoughts from Florence
I booked my first solo euro trip in an attempt to add some spice to my life, seeing as that no adventures to India or other exotic locations would be in the pipeline for a while.Totally chill, I figured if I traveled solo in India, Pisa would be a piece of cake – or pizza, … More To Pisa, pizza and please-a!
I gave up my family home over two years ago. We held our last traditional Villa Ramis Christmas lunch in 2015 and I moved out to my sister’s flat by New Years. My parents moved out a few months later to a new apartment. The move was motivated by my parent’s wanting to downsiz. It … More Losing my family home
