We never really learnt or adapted to actually be alone with nothing but ourselves – to pause, to think, to wander and wonder.
Grief Sits With Me Every Time I Look for Love
Grief tells me that I am neither damaged nor hurt, I am just longing to find little spaces of kindness.
A Taste of Perpetual Sorrow
'Is happiness a common resource? A river that flows through every household?'
What Will Our Relationships Be Like When All of This Ends?
A poem on nurturing bonds while coping with our personal losses during the pandemic.
'Today I am sad, because yesterday I was happy'
It’s Complicated – Why Some Grief Takes Much Longer to Heal
The saying ‘time heals all wounds’ is only partially correct.
I can now see all the questions rushing back. All the ones I tried to push away.