All Categories - LesleyA

I have been feeling uninspired. At NaPoWriMo time this year, the invitation to write 30 poems in...

We stood on the edge of a wood. It was the bluebell time of year. Did you know that 50% of the...

What do you do when you’re not living as consciously as you might – when you’re not living up to...

The lake is not real. It was dug out by hand in the 1790s, by men with picks and shovels, and...

It’s a Thursday, and on Saturday I will be attending a book launch. Our book launch. Apart...

In the animal medicine traditions of the nine directions, that which is ‘within’ is that which...

We talked about the ones who are struggling and my friend asked, “What’s the impact on you?” ...

Truth is yes, and no, and I don’t know. It is the hardest claim to make, to say: I’m telling the...

Why do I write? Because it gives me an excuse to scavenge, to collect random details that...

What does March mean to you? If February is all about the pilgrimage of snowdrops, March is...

February. Friday. 8a.m. In a beautiful room of monochrome shades, black and white, silver and...

I sat at my journal one morning, as I do every morning, and on this occasion asked my soul what...

We like to think of them as the first sign of Spring, but there are years when they start to...

We were asked, as you always are, “what is your dream?” Jim Collins called them BHAGs:...

As I walked in the woods, I thought about one who had told me that they always felt worse...

Eleventh of January 1942 The Big Man joined the band, with a huge-sound name to live up to,...

It is a ‘writing outside’ day, one of those workshop days where I allow myself to be pulled...

I start my own new year(s) whenever I feel like it. On my birthday and at the Winter Solstice...

  I’m going to pick up the end-of-year theme again this week, even though I’m already well into...

I started to write about fairy tales and myths and legends. I started to think about how the...