You’re such a good listener” & “You should be a therapist” are words I’ve heard many times before. As are “Don’t take things so personally” and “You’re too emotional.“ These are phrases often said to a highly sensitive person. Being highly sensitive is still misunderstood. When people call someone sensitive, it is often said with …
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I have had a very long hiatus from writing. And I have missed it a lot. There is something so satisfying about writing a post online and feeling that not only is it good for me to express myself, but that maybe, maybe, just one person might get something out of this today. As someone …
I have become addicted as of late to looking at the Instagram page of @Picassothewonkyandwacku. This is a glorious page where you get to see rescue dogs in the Pacific North-West living their best lives. And not only are the dogs living their best lives, it would seem the owners are too. Yes, yes, everyone …
I have sat down to write today, having not planned what to write; but I have one image that keeps playing through my mind this morning, and it is that of a cow. Not too long ago I was on a coach travelling back home to South England from visiting Northumberland, when I experienced something …
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Sweetly we stay, in places we left long ago. A drifting wave, thoughts travelling the unknown. A sleepy sea, longing for certainty. A silence in the space, And a separation from us. But who is us, or I, or the boundary in the lines? For I notice, I am not separate to the sky. ✼ …
Amongst the pain, And the burnt flowers. The birds still sing, In the lost hours. No mention of arrogance, Or our beliefs. But they’ll laugh when we’re gone, When we think they’ll weep.
Growing up in Cambridgeshire, in a house surrounded by fields, I had never given much thought to wanting or needing silence. It was already there. Walking to school it was there, climbing a tree in the park it was there, and falling asleep, it was there. But when I grew up and moved to other …
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