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I finished last week by asking what a year of simplifying would look like for me? What would...

It’s December and the sky is that comforting shade of heavy but even though mine isn’t the...

For some reason I had clipped an advert for Wild Writing – an invitation to ‘join small groups...

Four years ago my brother did not invite me to Lumiere, because it had not occurred to him...

“I just don’t see the point” she said. “It’s pretty for a few seconds and then it’s gone. All...

Journalling this morning, I realised that I have not been attending to my “three-things” ritual. ...

It is one a.m. or it is midnight, depending upon your point of view. It is clock-change night. ...

Sometimes people are kind enough to ask, "how it’s going, the writing?". "Up and down," I say,...

On a bank above a marsh, on a shingle bank above a beach, on the beach below all banks and by the...

There is no limit to the number of ways we humans, women in particular, put ourselves down or...

September. Back to school. Which in this case means trying to pick up on the most important...

Whenever people ask me what it is that I love so much about this place, that I want to keep...

The day had been cloudy. I’d swum in the rain. I’d spent an hour listening to a poet* talking...

I’ve been islanded for a week and have walked very little. That might be relative. I have in...

Noon. Fermain Bay. High tide, which means the steep shelf skitters away your weight, that...

It’s possibly my least favourite writing group exercise, the one where we go from field edge to...

How much my mother ever knew about my life will be forever a mystery. As she’s been dead for...

I have my own theory around the ‘law of attraction’ which has a lot less to do with the...

Lammas. Loaf mass. First fruits. Our Christian fathers may have taught us to celebrate the...

I am reading the latest works of Mirabai Starr. Having been introduced to her by the lovely...