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Category: Finding Myself
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Not Quite Spring
Posted at 7:42 pm
Mar 12thSome flowers that helped me through the winter months; hellebores, violas, rosemary, dusty miller and some kale. The little jam pot is Torquay pottery made from the red clay found along the Devon coast of England. There’s a lot to be sad about these days. This beautiful song by Moby, This Was Never Meant For Us is cathartic for me. -
First Flowers of 2026
Posted at 6:40 pm
Jan 27th
I love the colours of this little Czech creamer. I filled it with some hellebores and pansies from the garden. It made such a lovely arrangement that it was worthy of two video tributes. One a bit sad, with photos taken at night in the bedroom with the song “Ne Me Quitte Pas” by Nina Simone. The second more happy, photos taken in the sunny kitchen, with the song “Feuille d’Automne” by Indila.
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Overwintering Meditation
Posted at 12:15 am
Jan 7thSlightly obsessed with this song Beyond Ourselves, by Soul Traveller and Saint of Sin. It provides the perfect accompaniment to my Overwintering Meditation. -
A Winter’s Wish
Posted at 11:41 pm
Dec 10thA Winter’s Wish by Auni is such a lovely message for the season. Here’s hoping kindness wins in 2026. -
First Memories
Posted at 6:08 pm
Oct 30th
And as long as the elephant strolls along the riverbank and the scarlet macaw flies overhead all will be right in her little child’s world.
First Memories. -
Imaginary eau de cologne commercial
Posted at 8:03 pm
Sep 20thReality is a bit tough these days so I’m living in my imaginary eau de cologne commercial.
The music is Parle Plus Bas, by Dalida. -
Summer Garden
Posted at 10:55 pm
Jul 25thMy summer garden is at its peak, and it needs a lot of watering. The music here is Los Jardines De Marzo by La Bien Querida. 
New roots and shoots on my papyrus cuttings.
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Swoon Worthy Vase
Posted at 2:04 pm
Jun 17th
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Higher Love
Posted at 4:19 pm
Jun 16thMum,
was I seven, may be eight
with you in this photo?The seesaw signaling perhaps
how life would
separate us soEach sitting on our own side
the Atlantic’s breadth between us wideIt could sink a heavy heart
But the further seesaw seats apartthe deeper the dips and higher the rise
And so it occurs to me, likewiseThe deeper love can go
then the higher love can soarThat must be what the distance’s for
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My Blue Ridge Beatitude
Posted at 6:50 pm
Jun 12th28 years ago I had a nervous breakdown. It was devastating. I found healing in the mountains of western North Carolina. This week I finally found the words to make peace with what happened to me. Writing is my therapy.
After I read my words, I realize there were gentle signs along the way directing me towards my healing – though I did not realize it at the time. It brings to mind a favourite quote from Danish philosopher, Soren Kierkegaard.
“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.”
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Maisie and Pip 