couch

I write this from my couch, pooch at my side.. It has been a tough couple of weeks. I live in an area with a high number of pine forests, and this is the time of year they explode out their pollen. (Google it, and then sneeze lol). I used to have a slight sniffle … Continue reading couch →

7

This week, I passed another milestone. 7 years ago, 2 strangers on the internet, heard what I was not saying out loud, and paused long enough to listen. On some social media you can be truly anonymous, and find ‘Safe Soc Med Strangers’, who will notice what you cannot say in real life. I can … Continue reading 7 →

leaking

Balance They say that tears are the ‘sadness leaking from your body’… sometimes it is all too hard to keep it all in, and your emotions leak out If I am trying to hold it all together and I get overwhelmed, my emotions can leak out in ways I had not intended… I lose my … Continue reading leaking →

search

I write a lot these days about peace, serenity and tranquillity. When I accidently fell into this recovery life, I was seeking relief from depression and MH issues. I didn’t know what that relief looked like, what it would entail and what it was I needed to do. I knew, I just needed to change. … Continue reading search →

tranquility

There is a stretch of road, where I live, that runs along our coast, that I think is my favourite piece of road. Maybe not the most beautiful in Aotearoa. But as an everyday stretch of road it is always beautiful. Today I was travelling along it, during that magic hour before sunset. When everything … Continue reading tranquility →

running

And so she woke upWoke up from where she was lyin' stillSaid I gotta do somethingAbout where we're goin' Step on a steam trainStep out of the driving rain maybeRun from the darkness in the nightSinging ooh la, ah la la la de dayAh la la la de dayAh la la la de day Sweet … Continue reading running →

touchstone

In days gone by a Touchstone was used to determine if a metal was precious or not. A stone, free of cracks, hard and dark – was kept, and whatever soft metal you wanted to test was rubbed across its surface. The residue left would determine the purity of the gold or silver or other … Continue reading touchstone →

am

If you know me, you know I am unapologetically woke. Liberal. Leftie. Whatever label you want to apply to me. Basically, I think I am a decent human being who wants what is best for all our communities. The things that benefit the least of us. Because by doing that, we are going to build … Continue reading am →

day

The muse has been a bit quiet this week. For the first time in ages, this blog is late. I could put it down to life being very busy over the last couple of weeks. Much going on at home; a visit from my boy and his girl; some diagnoses for my housemates and a … Continue reading day →

sands

Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives. Those of us of a certain age, will remember this opening line from an 80s and beyond soap opera from the US… I was thinking of it the other day, the way old tag lines come through our memories for no apparent reason, … Continue reading sands →