There was a story doing the rounds a few years ago that a certain ex-government minister had three diaries. The first was full of public engagements that everybody knew about and the second contained engagements that his team purposefully leaked to the press. The whole point of the second diary was that nobody thought to … More The third diary.
I’m not one to follow trends. I’m usually much happier doing my own thing, probably because I rarely feel accepted by society, communities or groups of people. It might be more accurate to say that I feel unacceptable but whatever the truth is, I’m definitely more comfortable walking my own path. Recently two events have challenged this view. … More Belonging and the power of punctuation.
I’ve been told that it’s good to get out of your comfort zone and I know it’s true – do the same old things and you get the same old results – but right now I’m so out of my depth I’m drowning. In a stream of water that keeps coming out of my eyes: weird. … More Cry. Bike. Don’t sleep. Repeat.
I started art therapy today. I like the therapist and the group seem nice too. They all worked on really lovely paintings and pictures but I couldn’t, I’ve never been able to. Whenever I draw, sketch, or paint it’s because I have something I can’t express through words – and those feelings have never really … More Thinking through my fingers