Early day delights.

At time of day when others squeeze shut their eyes against the light and bewail the alarm clock’s blare, I love to take the time to listen and watch the day’s beginning, from my comfortable garden chair. Advertisements

Existential crisis-ish.

Baz Luhrmann once said, some of the most interesting people he knows still don’t know at the age of 40 what they want to do with their lives. I suppose I could consider myself interesting, but I often envy people who have successfully chosen a path in life and stuck it. Despite having just that…

And so it grows.

My anxiety it bothers me, but this I never show, I simply pick up my needles and yarn and watch my problems grow. The more I switch the stitches, the more that people see, My anxiety begins to take shape, it’s no longer part of me. The more stressful my life becomes the more my…

Don’t grow up it’s a trap!

If someone had told us when we were young that being an adult would be tricky, that we’d often get tripped up, and land in the proverbial ‘brown and sticky’. Would we be so desperate to quit and leave school? To take on all the stress and the gloom? See, being an adult just isn’t…

Working on it….

This week I’ve returned to my daily blog posts after taking a while off because life got in the way. After spending the week once again revelling in the art that is creative writing – or in my case verbal vomiting – I decided that it was time to start taking things a little more…

Scary Hair.

  My hair has a mind of it’s own. Seriously, I’m convinced that what resides on my head is not just a mass of individual keratin based strands, the damned stuff is sentient. And I’m not talking, it styles perfectly well and then by the end of the day it’s a bird’s nest, I wake…

Irrelevant.

Irrelevant inspired by the Daily Post’s Daily Prompt. Art work created by Ryan Andrews. The mourner stuffed his hands in his pockets and stared down into the dark space. A dribble of rain water slid down his nose and disappeared into the hole before him. So, this was it, the last resting place. What a…

Dandelion Clocks.

Telling the time of the earth deep inside, the dandelion clock ticks away. While ordinary time pieces measure seconds, minutes, hours, the dandelion clock measures days. Watching skies pass overhead, shoots pushing through the ground, the birth, life and decay of all around, From the moment it bristles it’s fluffy white head, ’til its dander…

Sky Beaches.

The blue sea of the planet has left its mark on the beaches of the sky. Giants building castles there, leaving foot prints way up high. Ethereal fish of my imaginings swimming the far and wide, Sailing boats of rain clouds, rocking from side to side.

Unintentional fruit.

There are a lot of pumpkins currently ripening on my vegetable patch. I’m particularly proud of all fourteen of them as they were completely unintentional. I made no effort to actually plant any this year you see, because I’d had absolutely no luck with them in the past. It’s not that the plants themselves were…

Natural oddities.

Isn’t it strange how some things are naturally odd. They don’t have to make a special effort, they just are. They’re already the kind of unique that others endlessly chase and all they want is to be is normal. Wouldn’t life be more satisfying if we just embraced what or who we are?