my heart rises

we had a couple of visitors at Write Out Loud today, two artists working on an interactive performative piece for the Good Grief Festival Hastings at the end of May 26. The project was explained and a prompt given, a conical spiral, but not exactly, sewn onto a napkin, made in response to feelings of… Continue reading my heart rises

a work in progress

there’s been a project that I’ve been working on here and there that began in 2024. or you could say 2014, or perhaps 1977 even. it’s a project based on childhood trauma that I felt a need to work through, to process through stitch. it carries a profound sadness but also a celebration, of an… Continue reading a work in progress

Hope

Since our dog had disappeared one day in Gloucester when I was around 11 years old I’d always wanted another one so from time to time would pester my mum about it. But was always responded to with a no. I’d had other pets growing up, a hamster here and there, a kitten, (although unfortunately… Continue reading Hope

what’s on my mind . . .

I was reading The Observer Magazine last night and came across the article What’s on my mind…, a snapshot of what someone is thinking, and how much they are thinking about it (shown in percentages). I liked it so thought I’d ask myself, minus adding the percentages as that’ll crunch my brain and take away… Continue reading what’s on my mind . . .

if you were to write one last letter who would it be to and what would you write?

There was something in the news recently about the state-run postal service in Denmark closing down and delivering it’s last letters, the postboxes to be sold off. The thought of it filled me with dread and a fear of what would we do, where would we go, how would people send a letter? And that… Continue reading if you were to write one last letter who would it be to and what would you write?

10 days. 3 hits. to my beautiful dead family

It made a change to have a Christmas card making session at the Write Out Loud and I wasn’t initially too fussed about it. I felt like I would’ve preferred to be writing but unexpectedly it gave me a pleasant surprise, and that was the conversations that took place between us that just wouldn’t have… Continue reading 10 days. 3 hits. to my beautiful dead family