Anxious Expectations

Let’s talk constricted throats and neglected goats and not throw away remarks about panic attacks. What has she taught her daughter? To suppress, impress, dress less and care more, To lock the door and cry on the floor.

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Nobody Likes You

This morning I had a real child-like feeling of woe and frustration. I was wondering why do I bother blogging? If I dig into the soil of my discontent with my dirty little polished finger nails I would guess I was feeling uncomfortable with the rush of validation I get when someone likes my social media, clicks a link or makes a comment […]

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Creating Your Own Yoga Space

What’s in a name? The word altar usually conjures up images of a gold, ornate church or else a pagan sacrifice like the scene from an Indiana Jones movie. Those ideas were P-Y (pre-yoga). Nowadays I understand that an altar is really just a focal point, something that makes you feel good and inspires you. You may […]

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Lost & Found in Paris

Disclaimer: This is a random and rambling post, a head emptying exercise so please don’t expect it to make any sense! I can’t remember the words that just came to me, because mainly they didn’t make sense to my monkey head. They are spluttering and confusing but my mind is trying to communicate things that […]

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Describing Autumn Leaves

Trying to flex my lexicon to bring the textures and colours to life. Orange sticky, honey and marmalade coloured Croissant crumbs. Clotted cream and hen feathers, jammy and sodden, trodden into the earth. Frilly little reptile necklaces, tanning like tobacco, textured animal hides in the Autumn sun. A carpet of thousands of discarded golden chrysalis […]

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What made Marilyn Sexy

Of course she was blonde, buxom and sassy but I believe we’re intrigued by Marilyn’s mind more than her perfect red pout; because that’s what made her vulnerable, interesting and real. There are so many “troubled” celebrities who project a polished and happy exterior whilst wrestling dark demons. The paradox is that it’s their job […]

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Daffodils, by William Wordsworth

I wander’d lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch’d in never-ending […]

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