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Breathe the pressure ……..

Let’s not pretend that life isn’t  chaotic most of the time Perhaps we dress it up as order and define ourselves as in control ,and sometimes, for long stretches, days roll over and over and we might feel that we are there. We have reached At this point though there is the possibility that we…

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by ewhyard

Quiet hope

Sometimes hope is just putting one foot in front of another and facing another day. It is learning to be in a moment without allowing A million other potential moments To come crashing in on you Imploding the maybes and scattering the possibility of now.

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Whatever next

Since the lockdown Dad has become less able to manage his own surroundings. He is 85 now and although talking to him is as if you are talking to him 30 years ago – albeit a bit louder- but moving around with him is a slow business. As a naturally fast person, this makes navigating…

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The Great Scott Tread Mills Challenge!

Back in 2005 middlest was a year old and eldest was 4. I spent a lot of time at home with them both and as I kept them busy, the Radio kept me company which it had done since I was a kid. As a teenager I loved Radio 1 l- I shed tears when…

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Don’t tell Miss

I remember,  I couldn’t cope with knowing what you were doing.  I wanted to give what I knew to someone else.  ‘cause, if it stayed part of me any longer it would rot my insides  A sin I held onto ,  that felt like the food you didn’t want in you.  Small bits of information you fed me…

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Better late than never!

I laughed out loud at The Observers Emma Beddington recollection of her  Mothers Day experiences- (Observer,https://www.google.com/amp/s/amp.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2022/mar/27/mapping-out-my-life-in-mothers-days-emma-beddington )- moments she recalls and those she would rather forget. It’s an article which many will relate to and with and when you have travelled the full stretch of child rearing , like Emma , you look back and…

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And then there were two

“Life moves pretty fast, if you don’t stop and look around once in a while ……. you could miss it.” Matthew Broderick; Ferris Buellers Day Off. Eldest has left home…………. they actually left before Christmas, but it’s taken me a while to face it squarely, an age to clean his old room and even longer…

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All change please

I met a lady the other day who has given up her career in health visiting to become a therapist in alternative medicine. . She described her training as, ‘life changing’ and listening to her; watching her speak, her experience is visceral -for her and for me. The joy she gleaned from learning about something…

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What’s the story?

(A spoken word piece) I have always been a stickler for a story. In class at Primary, I would set my imagination to work, creating lengthy tales for my creative writing lessons. Time spent picking at words, shifting them on the fine lines of the creative blue workbook; That was the same as my best…

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Got to keep going

How many ways can I keep you entertained, How do I keep the wolves at bay, How do I keep the balance When its tipping left to right, Back towards a far off month Unnamed, Where the hope of a new day lies In a seed of thought, which allows for just about anything

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I still have faith in you

I am thinking out loud, trying make sense of a block. A block that emerged years ago I think but did not become apparent until late last year. Abba released a new album on November 5th 2021. I started to write about it, then I stopped. I listened to it, then I pressed pause. I…

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School days part 1

For smallest, who has started school. Ride the wave Here we stand at the divide,Lining up to receiveother influences.Like swarms of insectsin the distance,coming closer. A black cloud of MumsWringing hands on the edgeOf a playgroundWaves of memoriesFlicked back through sandsThen pulled under. Its at times like theseOur substance shows itself,Troubles ripple againstThe threat of…

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Here goes!

Below is an extract from a novel I am writing. It is only a tiny extract but any feedback would be greatly appeciated. The guy came out the back, he was all breathy and enlarged, with pale eyes and blonde spikey hair. His torso looked uncomfortable and overstated on top of tiny legs. He introduced…

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