Posts Tagged: Life
The Kindness of Strangers
Patience. Patience is a word I have had to quickly familiarise myself with (the irony of that is not lost on me). Just over a week ago, a high velocity plant and twist at netball resulted is a sore knee,
The Kindness of Strangers
Patience. Patience is a word I have had to quickly familiarise myself with (the irony of that is not lost on me). Just over a week ago, a high velocity plant and twist at netball resulted is a sore knee,
One for sorrow, two for joy
This morning I woke up and knew, just knew, it was going to be one of those mornings where good things would happen. Even driving away from sunshine and through the Ayrshire fog, it still felt good. Like the rays
One for sorrow, two for joy
This morning I woke up and knew, just knew, it was going to be one of those mornings where good things would happen. Even driving away from sunshine and through the Ayrshire fog, it still felt good. Like the rays
A Letter To My 18 Year Old Self
It’s the 1st of March. I’ve survived (I would say massively indulged) in yet another birthday month. I’m sort of sad it’s over, but it’s time to look forwards. And in doing so, I look back, 10 years older and wiser
A Letter To My 18 Year Old Self
It’s the 1st of March. I’ve survived (I would say massively indulged) in yet another birthday month. I’m sort of sad it’s over, but it’s time to look forwards. And in doing so, I look back, 10 years older and wiser
‘It just…makes my heart go fast’
I had one of those moments today. Where the words all tumbled out, jardon-esque. ‘It just…makes my heart go fast’. I heard myself whispering back. What an idiotic moment? The pause in the conversation was palpable. Oh ground, swallow me
‘It just…makes my heart go fast’
I had one of those moments today. Where the words all tumbled out, jardon-esque. ‘It just…makes my heart go fast’. I heard myself whispering back. What an idiotic moment? The pause in the conversation was palpable. Oh ground, swallow me
Lullaby
When I was little, I used to ask my Dad, ‘Why, of all the places in the world, did you decide to come here?!’ Here being the provincial capital city of Northern Ireland. Now that I am grown (metaphorically of
Lullaby
When I was little, I used to ask my Dad, ‘Why, of all the places in the world, did you decide to come here?!’ Here being the provincial capital city of Northern Ireland. Now that I am grown (metaphorically of
Tiny Indian Girl Up A Mountain 