A Sense of Place

My lovely mum died just before Christmas, and in the days and weeks after her death, once the organising and paperwork slowed and then stopped, I had a need to fill my evenings with something (anything) to fill the space of her loss. I wasn’t ready to get back to work, but felt the pull…Read more »

Patchwork Poetry

I have always loved a good story. And a good storyteller. Both offer the possibilities of being carried away for a while into another world, another time, another life. Patchwork, done well, done in the old way, can be both the storyteller and the story. I first learnt the art and story of patchwork in the…Read more »

when endings are really beginnings

When I was 17 I longed for a life of creating. Making handmade greetings cards and little hand crafted gifts for family and friends brought me such joy. Writing poetry and short stories and longer stories and gardening. I knew the things that made me happy. Being out in nature, loosing myself in reading and writing,…Read more »