Sunday, 20 July 2014

To soar

Life ,

affecting me

with so many emotions this week,

they weaken me.

Battling through

( as ever )

I focus on the beauty.

Catching the sunbeams

when they finally arrive ~

indulging my passions

for neon cafe lights

and always striving

for that one perfect photo.

Looking at the houses
on our road
the ones that host
a thousand stories

longing to escape the
and run to the
ever waiting sea.

If this universe could
give me wings
I would

Saturday, 12 July 2014

The things that matter

We woke,

went into the garden

to have our coffee.

I imagined I could smell the sea.

Like the heroine in

the book,



worlds apart

yet filling my senses with the

smell of salt and the memories

I made in these places.

How quickly this life flashes past,
and memories come
out of nowhere,

perhaps just from a word,
that someone said.

Dear readers
do I weary you?
I've deleted three blogs now.

And yet,
I still wish
that you
can smell the sea
with me

Sunday, 6 July 2014

Paper, book, pencil

Day opened,

three clouds

and the stillness that comes

with summer.

Looking out the window

I saw the galloping hills

and knew that

the sea was there,

beyond them.


it's night

and it's as if the world has stood still.

My paper,

book and pencil lie still

on the kitchen table

and I






Saturday, 21 June 2014

Loving you

Loving you,

was like discovering the moon










Saturday, 14 June 2014

Swimming in the stars

It's nice,

this being back.


my world can fill

with fairy dust and dreams

and music at 6:00 am.

The sharp edges of life

are softer somehow

as my words fall


softly, onto the waiting page.

These last days

( it seems )

have been spent avoiding the storm,

trying to hold our heads

upwards to the sky.

This week,

someone took the time

to tell me

I smelled beautiful,

like I just stepped out of the shower.

How precious ,

when kind words come.

Like swimming,

in  stars

Saturday, 7 June 2014

Nothing's changed

I'm still here,

the days melting into nights

the stars still shining

in the Heavens.

My pen was dry

but yesterday

the weather was so soft

and warm I picked it up again.

The longing for travel

( and the lack of freedom to do it )

confuses me.

I always need that sense of home,

of security

but my feet and heart get itchy for something new,

somewhere were I can leave a glass

with my lipstick stain on it,

just to say;


I was here.

Saturday, 17 May 2014

A light so lovely

I'm still here,

not writing as often as I should ~

but gulping words down nonetheless

like great swirls 

of the loveliest coffee.

Life has been such a mix tape

of happy and sad ~

one of my darling friends Kathryn

had a life changing event ; 

while we are waiting on one.

Today I read an article , 

the words struck me like 

a great powerful, 


lovable bell.

A light so lovely

I felt it shone on every dark corner of 

my ( so often ) sinful life.


Out of the charred ground

the music has often risen.

And when the angels sang 

( for often they do not speak)

a light so lovely,