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The Physicality of Loss

In Healing Words, Loss, Grief and Hope on January 13

The Physicality of Loss

“Grief is like a long valley, a winding valley where any bend may reveal a totally new landscape.”

C.S. Lewis

The start of 2017 has been full of unexpected brave and beautiful conversations with sister-friends near and afar, many of whom have recently lost loved ones.  I feel blessed to be able to share with them openly about their grief and loss and mine.  The conversations have been full of love, pain, sadness and hope. Inspiring. Up-lifting. Life affirming. Making us feel connected and less alone, demystifying the whole ‘how to grieve’ crap.   More →

Found Sister(s)

In Healing Words, Loss, Grief and Hope, Real Life on December 2

 “Be what you are, of the earth, but a dreamer too.” 

Mary Oliver

2016 has been a tumultuous year. Tum-ult-uous. Just saying that word, feeling my tongue rock and roll around those syllables, fills my soul with a weird kind of acknowledgment. 2016 has felt 2 years long. And I remind myself that there are still 29 days to go. More →

Found Poetry – unpredictable spontaneity

In Healing Words, Loss, Grief and Hope on November 21

“You cannot will spontaneity. But you can introduce the unpredictable spontaneous factor with a pair of scissors.”

W.S Burroughs – writer|artist

And a handful of pens. I’ve decided there are distinct benefits to being bunged up with a raging cold. As my body and mind were too exhausted to do much this weekend, on Friday night I started snipping away at a 2015 copy of Bella Grace that I’d never got round to reading last year. More →

Gritstone to Loutro and the middlings…

In Loss, Grief and Hope, Travel on September 26

Strange Edge            

Since the last blog post I can report that simmer time is officially here. But how hard is to go from a fast boil to just a little sizzle?

Hard. My first two weeks of simmering allowed for long forgotten walks in the Peak District. That tenacious landscape thrilled and ignited my cells to come out of hiding, infusing themselves with heather-laden air. A re-grounding and re-wilding of internal affairs, catching the last blast of purple ling. More →

Rumi, the boiling chickpea and the cook

In Healing Words, Loss, Grief and Hope on August 26

Rumi - Chickpea to Cook

 

That’s what I feel like. A boiled chickpea, left to simmer for a bit and then boiled some more. Each boiling making me wiser, fiercely woken up, humbler. 18 months ago I didn’t realise that I needed the boiling that caring for a precious old soul would give me. More →

5 years ago…

In Healing Words, Loss, Grief and Hope, Travel on August 18

Fabric at City Lights

I was pinning the poem ‘Fabric’ by the poet and artist, Tim Cumming, on to a board at City Lights bookshop in San Francisco trying to not look suspicious (why on earth I was sweating I don’t know – this was City Lights – poetry pinning allowed). I’d promised Tim on leaving the UK that I would cast his words across San Francisco and in to City Lights “A Literary Meeting place since 1953”, the melting pot for beatniks and anti-authoritarian voices in the 1950’s. More →

message from a soul sister…

In Healing Words, Loss, Grief and Hope on July 8


I’m still alive!

In my head, I’m singing those words in a raspy soul voice that sounds as if it’s been scraped off an exhausted dance floor circa 1969 Harlem, a vocal love child of James Brown and Vicki Anderson. Ah Vicki Anderson, how glad I am that I’ve just discovered you More →

the hidden vocabulary of loss

In Loss, Grief and Hope on June 14

It’s been 17 weeks since my beloved Dad left his physical body. Very early days still and a tender heart beats on, with no end date in sight for this untamed tirade of feelings, sensations, emotions.  Thus far I can say, grief is a bitch. But a wise bitch at that. More →

The liminal thug and life belts

In Loss, Grief and Hope on May 12

…heartbreak may be the very essence of being human, of being on the journey from here to there, and of coming to care deeply for what we find along the way.” David Whyte

Well, I’m still here though it feels like only just. And still no idea of what ‘there’ will be or look like.

The last 3 weeks have been a total grief s**tstorm, full on liminal thuggery. The Liminal Thug dragged me deep underwater, plunged me further than I knew I could go and I’m only just coming up for breath. More →

little shifts and old clothes…

In Loss, Grief and Hope on April 4

Dad's Cardigan
Something’s started shifting over the last week. Mini strikes of lightening through the liminal fug, brightening interior worlds just for a moment. Or several. It’s these moments that when firmly rooted in the early days of grief,  I couldn’t imagine feeling for a very long time. Yet…

Baking brownies, Paradise by Coldplay banging out loud and suddenly the chocolate splattered spatula becomes my microphone More →