That I am not loins, nor rib, nor heart, not even what connected they make up. I am a collection of thoughts, bound by values and love, that, unwrapped, spill out and into other lives, mixed and swirling, alive. Cease, these limbs, but not my soul. It is the beginning of my life, and notContinue Reading “beginnings and ends …”
Go, go Gadget! Silver runners with a long white dress. It was my mum’s thing. She really did march to the beat of her own drummer. Life’s too short not to be you. On days when I’m really missing her it keeps her close.