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Do you know, I used to blog almost every day… My life was so different then. All life is change but I’m craving even-stephen normality. I have just finished April which is Parkinson’s awareness month and throughout that month I presented 30 poems for each of the 30 days of the month. Each poem discussed…

Transitions

The truth of often stranger than fiction…apparently. Following the last few months, dear reader, I have to agree. You wouldn’t believe where I am now compared to the last post. But here’s a poem that tries to explain. At first the relief buoys you up. You stay upright and straight And joy is the main…

Up

celebrating my new home.

Gaga

so, I’m back. It’s been a while…I seem to say tha a lot don’t I? I have moved house now so I am slowly getting settled into the new place. Lots of painting and DIY opportunities. I will take you round the projects at some point soon. Honest. But today I wanted to share a…

Report-age

You probably know I am in the throes of a massive house and life move….surrounded by packing cases, bags for the charity and mounds of laundry, I am contemplating life choices. Walk with me a while… Apart from the obvious catalysts for these reflections, I came across my old school reports this week as I…

Knowledge 2

So it’s taken me a while (but what’s new) but here is my second instalment of my diagnosis story. First instalment can be found here. So there I was, holding down a high powered job, crossing the globe advising multinationals at board level about their tax governance etc etc,  looking after two small boys, trying…

Hand in….

To an evening adventure….a poetry society workshop. We listened to poems about objects and then had a crack at making poems about some of the fascinating objects tha ad been brought along… I chose the glove stretchers… Madness, really The lengths we go Skin held tight tight So blood won’t flow And tools invented That…

Flip

So massive changes continue chez stitch.  I won’t  go into detail for the sake of other people and also because I am quite frankly so bore, battered and bruised by it all its unreal. But, this process is making me re-evaluate and question so many of my long held practices and behaviours, it must be…

Awareness

It’s world Parkinson’s day…welcome to my world…. There is an inevitable dichotomy between telling the truth and avoiding sympathy If I explain just how I spent My day… Just where the hours went You’d see, perhaps, the toll now taken By Parkinson’s But you’d be mistaken If you thought I had a choice. An alternative,…

Swimmingly

I’ve missed a couple of days….sorry xxx