Low-Frequency Love: 4AM Freedom

Every hour of the clock has its own personality, its own character and flavour. From the crisp, fresh, lemon-yellow optimism of 7am, through the heavy, lethargic grey wasteland of 3 in the afternoon, to the tailing-off-winding-down navy blue of 9pm. Their colours change depending on the season, on whether you are awake or asleep: 10pm…

All of Yoga Exists Within the Breath

“When you experience the vibration of your breath…when you feel constant change in all that is going on around you right now, then you have deep insight into the meaning of life.” Richard Freeman – The Mirror of Yoga   When I first started practising yoga, I noticed that the simplest way to find calm…

Making Space for Writing

At this slightly chaotic and twinkly time of year, I am studiously ignoring my pile of unwritten Christmas cards (sorry everyone) as I attempt to complete the planning and plotting of my second novel. Finding myself at this early stage of the process again, has brought me back into close contact with that half-forgotten weight…

Heart Murmur

I had pushed my glasses onto the top of my head – holding my hair back. I reach up to steady them as I run for the train but they are not there. They are in my pocket, already taken off. It is only remembered sensation that I now wear – A tightness behind my…

‘Waking’: Inspirations

——————————————- Abridged excerpt from ‘Waking’ – ‘Do I know you?’ ‘I saw you outside the pub the other day.’ ‘I know. I meant from before then.’ ‘I moved here recently. Maybe you’ve just seen me around.’ ‘Before that.’ He smiled. ‘Before here.’ He swung his hand around through the air, his fingers making circles in…

Letting Go of Perfection

This post Letting Go of Perfection was written for Linda Green’s fantastic book blog, Books of All Kinds, which you can visit (and I recommend you do!) here: http://booksofallkinds.weebly.com/ “My book, it’s perfect. It’s all there; it’s unsullied. But as soon as I start to write it, it just gets less and less perfect, and in the end I’ll have…

Immortal

We are obsessed with endings. Borders. Edges.   The climax The conclusion Last words Break ups   “How does it end?” “I just needed some closure.” “The ending was a real let down.” “All’s well that ends well.”   We pick apart final scenes finish lines grand finales destinations deaths.   But we do not…

Air

I was empty. A hole the same shape as I am cut into the room behind me like paper. It was filled with blue sky. Air. Wide open space. Nothing. Wind whistled through me. I had run dry. I closed my eyes. I inhaled. I exhaled. I coloured myself back in.

Wait, where’s my filter?

In the wake of the EU Referendum devastation, I have a sinking suspicion that our perception of the world we live in is horribly distorted, fed entirely through our own filters. Social media may be dividing us further, not bringing us together.  For me, and all of my friends and colleagues, the last few days have…

Still.

At the still point, there the dance is. T.S.Eliot “Have you joined some kind of cult?” This is a question I get asked a lot at home right now, as I yawn my way out of bed at dawn, shuffle into the spare room, and clamber sleepily onto my yoga mat. Over the past three…

Alec Wheeler

  Christmas at Sopers was Christmas. Your beautiful house, cold kitchen tiles and creaking doors.     I held canapés at your parties. I was the proudest Grandchild, standing in my best dress, falling in love with all your friends.     I learnt how to make vol au vents, the word ‘vermillion’, how to…

About Women, by Men.

Unfashionably late to the feminist debate. For some reason, I grew up believing feminist activism to be a dated irrelevance, an attention-seeking anachronism in our balanced and equal UK society. Many of the most prominent feminists I remember reading or listening to when I was younger, all came across as bitter and aggressive, petty separatists…