5.30am : Belfast International Airport I just poured boiling hot tea over my hand in Starbucks. Matcha Green Tea in a pyramid bag. I drove through the night watching a huge crescent moon rise like a scythe. My flight is at 7.45 but there … More Flying to another place.
I was talking to a woman today about, actually I’m not sure where the conversation started but the part I remember, that has nagged at me, and stayed with me, and prompted me to open my laptop, six hours later, and search for both of the pieces of writing we discussed, was the memory of my … More Breaking the Cycle
I believe some level of healing is always possible, given time and the right circumstances. If I didn’t I wouldn’t be working in this area. Even as a child I think I was trying to help others to heal, by trying to make them laugh, bringing them posies from the garden or giving them hugs. I … More Caught Between the Stitches