Saying a lot about small things

Late at night, when the house is quiet and the cats have finally curled up for peaceful sleep, I can lie awake for hours with my mind racing from one elaborate scheme to another. Turning off a busy brain is not always as easy as just closing my eyes. Being about the quieten the noiseContinue reading “Saying a lot about small things”

History and destiny calling my name?

This is poem #1 of my self-imposed “2 week boot camp”. The aim is to post a poem every day for two weeks! I had a very close relationship with my maternal grandmother, she taught me how to crotchet and how to put food on the table when surprise visitors drop in. Her lavender scentedContinue reading “History and destiny calling my name?”