For Those Who Bloom In The Dark
Happy New Year, all. I hope 2025 has been kind to you thus far. I wasn't going to write this list because 2024 was mostly really shit. There's much of it that I can hardly even remember, thanks to being catastrophically burnt out and grieving from living with undiagnosed ADHD and Autism for 38 years… Continue reading 100 GOOD THINGS FROM 2024
Mince pies are my favourite thing to eat at Christmas. I side with Nigel Slater, who writes in (the most hygge book I've ever read) The Christmas Chronicles, 'As sweet food goes, I would rather eat a diminutive, sugar-dusted mince pie than almost anything else.' But, despite my affections for this gently spiced sweet pie,… Continue reading Mince Pies – A Personal History
The day after Boxing Day (which should be renamed Bloodlust Day due to the number of redcoats roughing up the countryside and slaughtering foxes despite the 2004 ban) was foggy. Ordinarily, this weather would have drawn me out with my camera, clothes pulled on over the top of my pyjamas, teeth unbrushed, fast unbroken so… Continue reading An (Almost) Year End Walk
The other day, I spoke about my brain having the audacity to try and stop me from doing things I want to do. One of those things was penning some thoughts about the book Finding Water: The Art of Perseverance by Julia Cameron. I finished it a few weeks ago and was eager to share… Continue reading The Art Of Perseverance
I am relieved to write here again; I know it's been a while. It's comfortable here, familiar, safe. I feel a contentment akin to going home to a warm house and switching the kettle on. There's that ahh factor, that 'oh yes, this is where I'm supposed to be' feeling as I get settled in,… Continue reading Taking Up Space
There have been phenomenal highs this week but also excruciating lows. Finnbjörn flew back to Iceland a few days ago (where he was greeted with another eruption AND snow), and I've been mainly feeling off-kilter since. My gut has been causing me woe (it has been, on and off, for years), and intrusive voices have… Continue reading Some Things That Brought Me Joy This Week
I'm at my parent's house. I've taken the clock out of the living room and put it somewhere else so its ticking won't disturb me as I write. This isn't the first time I've moved the clock. If I forget to put it back before my dad gets home from work, he'll grumble about it… Continue reading It’s A New Year & I’m Struggling
I've been delaying this first post for the longest time. The first writing of any new project is often a massive headache. But this has been something else. Since winding up my long-running blog Wyrd Words & Effigies, there's been an overwhelming feeling of paralysis, an uncertainty of what I should and shouldn't write about. I'm used… Continue reading September Is The Month Of Spiders & New Beginnings
A Wyrd Of Her Own 