The good things

What things give you energy? Nothing saps my energy more than the violence and unkindness in this world. From social media, through being unable to trust our police forces, to inter-family spite, school bullying, bullying at work, genderism, colour prejudice and on and on. Thinking about our various societies just makes me want to putContinueContinue reading “The good things”

Now I have a headache!

Which topics would you like to be more informed about? I can’t begin to make all the topics because I may be interested in things I didn’t know existed and what if I forgot one of those?! 😱 I am eternally curious. Part of the reason I’m not an expert in any subject is thatContinueContinue reading “Now I have a headache!”

Who is This Perfect Person?

The only time we were all perfectPhoto by Daisy Laparra on Pexels.com This flawless Faultless Vision of brilliance This sparkling example of humanity It isn’t me I am human I am fallible I have weaknesses Strengths And everything in between I love deeply I forget things sometimes I daydream when I should be working OccasionallyContinueContinue reading “Who is This Perfect Person?”

Asking for help

I just want to help I meet many people who talk me that they don’t like to ask for help, they prefer to get on with ‘it’ on their own. Those people rarely change. When I needed help I didn’t even think about not asking. I sought every piece of help and advice out there.ContinueContinue reading “Asking for help”

Not so much fail

Write about your most epic baking or cooking fail. Perfect poetic justice I was very rarely a naughty child ever, certainly not mischievous. But one cold autumn day in about 1974, my bestie and I decided that freezing our extremities off watching a game of school netball wasn’t desirable. So we went to the headmistress,ContinueContinue reading “Not so much fail”

Letter to a ‘Feeble Mess’?

Photo by Engin Akyurt on Pexels.com This poem is a poem to myself. To the person I thought I was and the person I turned out to be.Maybe it’s a poem for you too, for the person you really were. For forty-five years you suffered terriblyFrom an anxiety that wiped you outObscured the fun lovingContinueContinue reading “Letter to a ‘Feeble Mess’?”