Tales of a Goblin Queen

A brand-new path

“Stepping onto a brand-new path is difficult, but not more difficult than remaining in a situation, which is not nurturing to the whole woman.”  Maya Angelou Everything changes all the time, but we all know that the last year has been extraordinary. There’s been so much change for all of us in so many small ways – masks, social distancing, […]

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Creative Adventures

Teeny tiny turtle steps

I painted a watercolour sketch last weekend. “Hmm,” you’re thinking, “well, good for you.” And, yes, actually it was good for me. Because this is the first time in two years or more that I’ve sat down and put pen – or brush – to paper with creative intent. It wasn’t a large painting, or particularly skilled in execution. I […]

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Searching for Sanctuary

The sound of fairy wings

My garden is full of the sound of wings. The solid buzz of bees and bumbles, the softer drone of hoverflies and other small flyers, the barely-there flap of a butterfly and, of course, the soft flutter of feathered flight around the feeders. This is the sound of fairy wings, I think. Because, what else to call such tiny creatures […]

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Tales of a Goblin Queen

Of endings. And beginnings.

I lost my mum in February. February is a crappy month in my family. My dad died on 3 February twenty-one years ago. My grandad died on 14 February six years before that. And this year, mum died on 11 February. So, along with the slow dragging-out of the dirty, grey, tail-end of winter and the forced, artificial sentimentality of […]

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