I am a people watcher,life observer, nature lover, spiritual seeker loving this crazy wild ride that life is taking me on. I am still a blank piece of paper waiting to be filled and that is good.
Tags I’ve used most often.
- Australian outback
- Fear of flying
- getting older
- life experiences
- life journeys
- mixed media
- New York
- raising children
Posts that tickle my fancy, or move and inspire me in some way.
Blogs I Follow
- Gerri & Kym's travels in Oze
- Alive & Terrified
- Green lights ahead
- Patricia Steele Raible
- ephemeral gecko by mixy gregory
- Art Inspiration | Inspiration | Art Techniques | Encouragement | Art Supplies
- In the Zone
- Xcetera Photography
- €merald Wake ©
- LEANNE COLE
- Joshi Daniel Photography
- lemanshots - Fine Pictures and Digital Art
- Europe with an edge: bits from the Balkans
- Gotta Find a Home
- A Holistic Journey
- Pepperbox Couture
- Make Something Mondays!
- Creating Mixed Media Art
- home sweet homemade
- ME and the Boss
- Shabby Chic Addiction
- Vit Peyr
- I didn't have my glasses on....
The kinds of things I ramble about....Anxiety Art Arty farty Australia Body image Children Creativity embarrassing Family Getting older happiness health and well being hormones Humour husbands Life life experiences Marriage memories Music Nature Parenting photography society Spirituality teenagers Travel Uncategorized Weird thoughts and odd stuff writing
Posts of mine that have somehow tickled other peoples fancies.
Tag Archives: writing
It’s nearly time. The sun slipping below the horizon, the last of the golden hour quietly retreating from her performance as the curtain of night softly falls. Collectively they stand, milling around a desolate landscape, in silence. Only the quiet … Continue reading
In her chair, listening to the priest quietly murmuring last rites as her final earthly breaths cut through the silence of the night. The only other sound, the clock on the wall marking time in the remaining minutes and seconds … Continue reading
Well no middles too. I always start so many and never ever finish them… I am hopeless. Here’s one I found from last year. She’d always liked visiting cemeteries. It was a morbid pass time, and not one to openly … Continue reading
If someone had asked her “Do you believe in magic?” she would not have hesitated to say “Yes, I do.”- but not necessarily THEIR magic. Not the magic of wands and fairies, elves and goblins. Not red silk scarves and … Continue reading
Today I am not here. I am not here sitting on the rumpled unmade bed which I abandoned at 2 am, tormented by the ceaseless rasping sounds of my husbands snoring, whereby I left to occupy the sanctity of the … Continue reading
She’d often wondered what it would feel like…the sensation, the sound, to stick a knife into somebody. Really stick it in good. Would it be like stabbing a watermelon? Or more like a pumpkin? No, the skin would be too … Continue reading
I don’t often do this…. attempt to write short stories. I know there are plenty more experienced writers out there doing just this, and probably far better than I. Thought I’d give it a go though. Why not? A familiar … Continue reading