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Contemplation of death

‘Nanny, why did Grandad die?’My grandson, aged four, no longer cries to see his grandad. Eighteen months on, he accepts that Grandad is not in hospital, is not away somewhere, will not return to give […]

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Labyrinth Completed

In my last blog, I explained that I was looking for a way to celebrate ritual and other occasions in my garden as I find it increasingly difficult to get out and about. With my […]

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Labyrinth

I hope  you enjoyed the spring equinox, the promise that spring is well on its way. We decorated our Ostara tree, and I was given a lovely gift – a small hare with a hanging […]

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Spring Equinox

Eggs, in many cultures and traditions, are a symbol of spring. I have always accepted this without giving much thought to the reasoning behind it. I assumed it was because eggs symbolise new life. Today […]

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Found words

Sometimes words just won’t come when you try to write. You can have paper in front of you, a pen in your hand, but the mind that creates the words plays tricks with you. ‘I […]

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So how about we write a poem?

Last week I looked at my list of favourite things that translated into my poem called Fear. I wrote down the things I could see, the things I could hear, touch, smell and taste. Work […]

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What if?

I am not an overly emotional person. Or more correctly, I hadn’t used to be. My stroke left me with what is politely termed ‘emotional lability.’ It meant that I cried a lot, at things […]

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Reflection on sleep

Last week I wrote about problems with sleep. It seems to have resonated with people; I’ve had several comments from those who found my difficulties familiar. This started me thinking back. Had my sleep problems […]

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How are you sleeping?

I’m tired, exhausted, so I go to bed early, 11pm maybe or just this side of mid-night. I wrap myself up in my duvet. Five minutes later I throw it off, I’m too hot. I […]

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Imbolc 2021

Who would ever have imagined that we would find ourselves in the circumstances that we are living through now? Our past year has been harsh, dark. People are mourning loved ones, living with isolation, loneliness. […]