Asked: "Why Do You Write?" Answer: "I write because I can’t draw … No, that is not entirely true. I write because it is the music I make without a keyboard with sounds. I write because I have written since I was a little girl, learning to spell, standing in line to have my homework … Continue reading Why Do I Write?
Dear Readers, I was thrilled to learn this morning that I had been nominated for The Versatile Blogger Award yesterday. This is my first award nomination on WordPress and I am grateful for the recognition by a fellow Blogger. It is always lovely to hear that one’s writing is appreciated by others and I would like … Continue reading The Versatile Blogger Award
In January 2015 I began the technological challenge of building a blog. For a few years before that, friends and family had suggested that I take my communication to a wider audience. Over many years, indeed since my teen years, people have suggested that I write my story and create stories out of my experiences … Continue reading Why Do I Have A Blog?
Autumn has arrived, in our little pocket of country and, while birds sing in the morning sunshine, there is a distinct absence ... the swallows and house martins have flown. This realisation feels like a mixture of things, not least a sense of having been left, the environment abandoned as the wise ones travel to … Continue reading Autumn Has Arrived And Swallows Have Flown
Having delivered my son, the youngest of my two children, to a prestigious international university at the weekend, I find myself ready to share the thoughts that are streaming through my mind right now ... keeping the feelings of emotional adjustment at bay, while I picture our son adjusting to his new life in a … Continue reading My Journey Into The University of Life
Quietly and sleepily sipping my first cup of Earl Grey tea early this morning, I slowly and absorbingly read the pages of a beautiful hardback book given to me by my mother and stepfather a few years ago. I think it was a Christmas present - there will be a note inside to tell me, … Continue reading Sunday Morning Mindfulness
In The Garden Of The Mind With sweet bitterness I think of the way we hurt And wonder at the monstrous thoughts That claim for themselves The precious moments of our lives. What right, these demons of destructive power, To tread so heavily on our dreams? How dare they obscure the sunshine from … Continue reading In The Garden Of The Mind – A Poem
This is more than just about a garden visit. I am writing this blogpost retrospectively, having visited RHS Harlow Carr in early Spring this year. Our visit this time, occurred just as the buds were opening on the blossom trees (prunus of several types), the fresh leaves were unfurling in many shades of green on … Continue reading A Visit to RHS Harlow Carr in Spring
This piece is raw and unedited. It was written straight from the heart. Truth And Love When I was a little girl, we had a black "houseboy" called John who cried when we left our home in Natal, to go to Cape Town. He had been my closest ally and loved us all … Continue reading Truth And Love
A Poem To A Young Man Entering The Army In South Africa Brother, for years we were told, But never really believed, That one day you, too, would have to join The long, frightened queue Of young men, new recruits of the Defence Force. The Organisation, so powerfully strong, Snatching, from our arms, … Continue reading A Poem To A Young Man Entering The Army