Bogey Man
Flat. Featureless. Unfathomable.
So began the shape of danger which morphed over the years into different, more recognisable forms. My bogeyman became variously a thief, a rogue, a soldier, a natural disaster; a noxious substance and then a malaise of the heart.
Faces of a Cottage
Ordinary, just ordinary she was …
… except to me
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Living between two Shores
Continue reading “Living between two Shores”It’s not been a matter of ticking boxes – been there, done that – but more a time of navigating by intuition and sailing around my heart.
Life Intersections
A few years ago, when the earthquake damaged roads of Christchurch reflected my inner being, a friend lent me his compass. Continue reading “Life Intersections”
It can’t be fixed
The mist has rolled in, silent and insistent. It’s crept under locked doors and into private spaces, obscuring what was.
Lean in
Spending time with my elderly parents is more adrenaline pumping than a roller coaster ride.
Misty Sunrise
It’s a measure of the greatest sister in the world, that she should get up at 4am on her day off … just for me.
Dry Eyes
Sandwiched between every airport goodbye and hello are millions of family members who cope with living apart.
Gone To Pieces
She had an open plan living area that welcomed you into her bosom; wrapped arms around you and smelled of the soft scent of acceptance.
