Only connect

Sunday Blog 78 – 2nd April 2023 “Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer.” Howards End, Chapter 22 Howards End began life as an Edwardian novel before being made into a movie with Emma Thomson, Helena …

Another ending…

Sunday Blog 75 – 12th March 2023 It’s coming dangerously close to the one year anniversary of my final day of regular work – 31st March to be exact. I am thinking that I will have to stop calling it a menopausal gap year as this new life is becoming my new normal. Not retired, …

Pushing the wheel forward…

Sunday Blog 71 – 12th February 2023 Apparently some people did not notice Monday’s full moon. I did, and it sucker punched me with a core human fear – of not belonging. Most likely this was exacerbated by my work-life situation. I am still in the never-ending process of transitioning fronting a non profit health …

The elf re-appears – kind of

Sunday Blog 64 – 18th December 2022 Last week I spent my Sunday Blog sharing my health woes and feeling a bit sorry for myself. This Sunday I am happy to report that my Elf, while still a bit elusive is at least visiting regularly. The neck pain is largely receding and my energy is …

A year on…

Sunday Blog 62 – 20 November 2022 So clearly I haven’t had a professional follow up photo – but here I am, one year on from the 23rd November 2021 discovery within my gold diary’s pages that I’d had ENOUGH. It was time to quit the day job. I decided as well as quitting the …

Our headlines change…

Sunday Blog 60 – 6th November 2022 There is a trigger warning on this post as it talks about grief, sexual assault and trying to make a difference from the traumas that we experience. Please take care when reading or feel free to scroll on by. I can only guess that it was around 10am …

You are the sky…

Sunday Blog 58 – 23rd October 2022 Getting Covid right at the end of the “official” pandemic, when staying home is only recommended, not mandated, has been strange on so many levels. What’s weirdest for me is wanting to stay close to home. Don’t get me wrong, I love my home, but I adore heading …

Homecomings and the spicy cough

Sunday Blog 56 – 9th October 2022 The suitcase was completely unpacked, the memory-foam neck cushion had its cover stripped for cleaning, the travel wash was flapping on the line, even the adaptor plugs were stored away. Why did I feel so discombobulated and not quite here? Travel is always a bit like that for …