Thank you to Jen for linking up with the very first ‘Lyrical Sunday’ (which was themed ‘Christmas’). This week’s theme is ‘Holiday’. So whether you are lounging on a sun lounger or snuggling up in front of a roaring fire, come and wax lyrical about your holiday. Come back on Sunday 2 January (2011!) to […]
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Lyrical Sunday: Week 1
Welcome to Lyrical Sunday. This is Charlotte’s fabulous idea, which was inspired by learning about poetry in school. She has come up with some wonderful themes to inspire our lyrical creations. Every Monday Charlotte and I will post up a theme, prompts or ideas for the week. This week the theme simply had to be […]
Been a long time since running
A few months ago I went from being tired, but calm and mellow, to wired and tense in a matter of weeks. I started running to expel the build up of tension. It felt amazing to be running again after being pregnant and then with a newborn. I felt so free, so alive, so energised. […]
Christmas Carols & Writing Workshop: Let’s Get Lyrical
In the boxes of decorations that we unearthed from under the stairs we discovered our wonderful collection of Christmas books and Christmas music. We have books that tell the story of the birth of Jesus and the journey Mary and Joseph had to make to Bethlehem; board books for Alice to discover the joys of […]
I Am: ‘Sleep is for the Weak’ Writing Workshop
I Am Alive in the moment. Engaged in the now. A body of excitement, Bathed in the sun’s glow. Traces of the sea, stay to play. As my skin drips, with jewels of spray. The taste on my tongue is salty sweet, Whilst waves of foam crash at my feet. I giggle as the surf […]
Due Date: Six months of waiting to be with the one I loved.
Joining in with Sleep is for the Weak Writing Workshop: Life on Film this week. I chose the first prompt: Due Date – Tell us about something anticipated and what happened when it arrived. ‘Daniel is leaving tonight on a plane, I can see the tail lights heading for Spain…’ The words of the song […]
Poem about the time someone made you smile: ALICE
A Articulate is not a word we can yet attribute to your name, Although your name does start with A. Adorable Alice, of words yet lame, Although many attractive sounds you say. L Mama, Dada, Baba… all arouse a smile and more. We listen with attentive ears. Learning your language is never a bore, Love […]
Coming Up For Air: A day like any other?
Sometimes it feels good to dump down the activities of the day in words. To let everything go like a leaf at the mercy of the autumn wind or blossom raining down to carpet the ground in a spring shower. To come up for air. To appreciate the two forces at work in a strong […]
Running in the spring sunshine
There’s a feeling in the air, Which tints fair skin that’s bare, Turns pretty petals to its stare, And makes children want to run without a care. The school field fills with bare footed running, On daises and clover that bows to their chanting, Potato and spoon races, high jump and long jump, Sack races […]
Ten reasons I LOVE my job
No one tells me what I should wear and in the summer I live in bare feet and have little people volunteer to paint my nails (usually multi-colored and badly). I love not feeling pressured to scrub up in the latest fashion. Being able to wear a bikini top instead of a bra in summer […]
Waiting for the holidays to start
Term 3 comes to a close tomorrow and the children break up for two weeks holiday. For me, it’s going to be all go in the catering, entertaining, mediating and facilitating department. I have got rather too used to ‘just Alice and me’ time in the morning whilst Sophie is out at Kindi and Charlotte […]
Change
It’s happened before and it’s happening again. I thought I’d escaped it this time, but the pricking sensation behind my eyes was back. I wanted to cry, just because. There was no rhyme or reason. The children’s laughter was heard, but not felt. The bread was fresh, but not smelt. The flowers, so pretty brought […]
Hands through the ages
‘What are those blue, bumpy bits?’ she asks me, as I reach out with my hand to turn the page of the book we are reading. ‘Those are my veins,’ I say simply with a smile. I can see from her face that she thinks they are kind of ugly. ‘What are veins?’ she asks. […]
One Day in August: Hoping for change
In a room on one side of the world a mother plays on the piano, whilst her baby daughter sits smiling and shaking a rattle. She listens to the rain beating down on the metal roof of her warm home and thinks of the synchronicity of the piece she is playing, ‘Kiss the Rain’, with […]