Living life, Reflection, The Self

Reading is dangerous

He said, "reading is a dangerous thing". And I agree. He being the owner at a quaint bookstore I decided to venture in on a whim. The store can be characterised as local yet it has been years since I had been inside. Filled with predominantly pre-loved books of different genres and wide topics. I… Continue reading Reading is dangerous

Living life, Reflection, The Self

Stories told

She is afraid of how she'll present in a crowd and to anyone - will she falter, will she seem stupid, will she know the best way to be. And she is fearful of what will happen as her mind tells her stories of worst outcomes of any situation. What if she can't cope? What… Continue reading Stories told

Living life, Nostalgia

Same difference… Christmas reflection

Looking out my window across the valley as the mist lifts, as had happened many mornings since we moved into this house, today it held new meaning. Christmas morn and the house is shrouded in silence. The kids are still abed. Their curiosity and excitement of waking at the crack of dawn, eager to get… Continue reading Same difference… Christmas reflection