Second Books and Breathing

and...breathe. I have been learning how to breathe again. Not the automatic kind, but the slower kind, stepping away from people’s noise, not getting involved, holding back my energy on my days off, just being with myself, and of course my husband too. Trying to find some peace, or at least work towards it. I … Continue reading Second Books and Breathing →

The Exhibition

I did something recently that scared me in the best possible way. I put on my first exhibition. The Life and Death of Love became more than a book for a few weeks. I painted the cover across a wall, scattered autumn leaves across the floor, and let birdsong play in the background. Framed photographs … Continue reading The Exhibition →

Beautifully Unfinished

Through life, so many roads lead to nowhere but does that mean we can’t enjoy the journey? So many stories beautifully unwritten, but does that mean they never happened? Were never lived? All of You are my scars and I have learned to love each and every one, each a reminder of the beautiful disaster … Continue reading Beautifully Unfinished →