Losing myself through reading; Finding myself through writing.
At the recent meeting of my local writers group, we were provided with the word remembering as a writing prompt. Sometimes just one word can bring a whole emotional outpouring from my pen… so here we go. An image of a woman’s hand holding a Polaroid photo with a sepia image of a grandfather holding… Continue reading Remembering
Gently you place the recognisable paper cup beside me. But it’s not just a coffee. It’s a warm and welcome rescue on a day that blooms from a restless night and meltdowns; It’s a reminder that you have my back, you will be there to catch me just before I fall, and bring me back… Continue reading Not just a coffee…
She knows when he is nearby. She doesn’t have to hear him or see him. There is that fresh fragrance with a hint of deep, strong wooden undertones. It is crisp and clean. The smell of sweet pine on a Spring day. And underneath that reoccurring yet not permanent essence is another homely aroma. So… Continue reading Home
Wee Bubble of Books 