Being, Included


Living in a body unable to travel far means I no longer wander into the adventures of the outer world. Now don’t get me wrong, I still have adventures but they’re different. They involve burnt red coloured foxes and large grey winged herons, staccato screeches of pheasants and the copycat imitations of starlings. My adventures…

What happened to the Brown Paper Package?


Brown paper packages tied up with strings…. these are a few of my favourite things… My favourite things lost a listing yesterday when having opened a gifted box of chocolate celebrations, I was shocked to find the sweets are still being wrapped individually in coloured plastic – worse still, plastic that can not be recycled…

That kind of Weather


It’s that kind of weather. The sort that’s mild and damp and rainy and windy, the sort that pushes people indoors and on top of one another and the sort that provides a petri dish for gallant bugs. There was a time when sick people went to convalescent homes or simply stayed at home, now…

Shepherds & Warnings


Wednesday and a red sky sounded out the morning. By mid afternoon a stranger sat at my kitchen table sounding out my husband and me. This stranger wasn’t Santa Claus on an early expedition. She was a local welfare officer and so like a previous meeting with such an officer, I scrambled to think of…

Bubble Making


Life within an elasticated bubble means reacting to gravity, bouncing along an unknown avenue and constantly checking: “Am I still here?” That’s the thing about bubbles, they stick to you, trying to become you and although they’ve successfully taken your outer skin and melted your inner, you have to remember you’re still here. You’re still…

Empty Bottles


With all the bottles shattered and only emptiness staring up at me I now understand what it means to suffer guilt in survival. I’m doing more than surviving here, I’ve etched out a new life, a new path, a new focus, everything about my now is new and altered and in the beginning strange but…

The Soothing Canvas


Waking from a nights sleep, feeling as though I haven’t slept in weeks, I reach for the toothpaste to wash my hands while my brain desperately attempts to make sense of what should be banal morning rituals. Such desperate attempts at feeling my way around my surroundings can push on into afternoons and evenings as…

The Dress Alteration


Six years ago (almost to the day) I received a phone call from my doctor announcing whatever alien species had invaded my body weeks earlier –  in late December  – had taken his UFO and flown elsewhere. Her delight mirrored by the fact my ESR reading had dropped, my bloods were reading normal and nothing…

The Missing Link


Your parcel is travelling between our Northwest and West depot. Sometime after my sixth reading of an e-mail yesterday, I realised what this short sentence of words were actually saying to me. The terse statement finally showing its meaning. Up until then, I thought the words meant my parcel was on a van and out…

Finding the Pause Button


I might as well spend my time with my hands down the seams of my couch, trying to find a cache of hundreds of Euro, as attempting to find the remote control. More specifically, the pause button on this elusive remote control. The problem begins with the fact Christmas, for most, means time off work…