For Those Who Bloom In The Dark
The other day, I woke up almost excited to finally be able to make a doctor's appointment online. Anxiety, chiefly triggered by the diabolical receptionists at the local surgery*, has been putting me off calling at 8.30 am for weeks. To be able to make an appointment without needing to call had me thinking perhaps… Continue reading Toadstool Therapy
I stepped away from social media last night, and what a relief it was. I'll be away from IG and FB for all of December, and I'm already reaping the benefits - I've read for several hours (started the new issue of Mslexia and A Literary Christmas: An Anthology.) I haven't misused my time stressing… Continue reading Making Space & Time For Winter
Here are some of the most thought-provoking, electrifying lines I copied in my One Line A Day diary (a basic, leather look Week To View I bought for a quid) in January. There are several from Katherine May's latest book Enchantment: Reawakening Wonder in an Exhausted Age. Most of the lines in Enchantment are highly quotable. I shot the… Continue reading One Line A Day – January
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
Self Portraits Giorgia Sottotetti in Iceland WE ARE FIRE shot with Giorgia and Mathilde in Iceland Simon Shaw shot in North Yorkshire Strip Lab shot in Iceland Svartþoka shot in Iceland Morton Shax (Urgehal), Enzifer (Urgehal), Shayan (Trivax), Tómas Ísdal (Misþyrming), Onielar (Darkened Nocturn Slaughtercult) Iceland Me shot in North Yorkshire by Simon Shaw Me… Continue reading My Favourite Photos From 2023
By mid-morning on Christmas Day I’m usually ready to retreat from the fray to the quietest corner I can find with a book and a cup of tea. Though wasn’t much ‘fray’ today so I ought to have been entirely blissed out. However, I still felt the niggling need to hide myself a way for… Continue reading Nourishing Myself With Wintry Reading
“Autumn days come quickly, like the running of a hound on the moor.” – Irish Proverb September is a frantic, exhilarating month. It's when I finally start to wake up. I hibernate the 'wrong way round' – I go to ground for the light months and wake up for the dark half of the year. … Continue reading Waking Up For The Dark Half Of The Year
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 