I want the excitement of landing down on the tarmac and smelling that outside airport air when you haven't even booked your first nights accommodation yet.
As I sit on my bed with curtains closed, sunglasses and ice pack on, ya know...the usual. I'm trying very hard not throw up and not to give up. I woke up this morning and turned to the cat "wtf happened while I was asleep Leo?" Convinced I'd been struck numerous times with a mallet…Read more Welcome to Spoonville
I can't believe we're already entering the second quarter of the year. How's everyones resolutions holding up? I'm kind of glad I didn't make any specific goals myself. I've been so fatigued, my hospital and GP visits alone have been such a tiring factor in this year so far but I also haven't given up…Read more April’s Fool
As the first anniversary of my mam Dawn Emily Kane approaches there’s been a surge of irreconcilable grief and disbelief bubbling to the surface of my awareness. Writing and gentle dance has helped me embrace the great void and flatness that her beautiful gift of motherhood used to fill without us even realising just how understated and effortless she made it appear. Now of course I know how lucky I was to have a woman with that much inner strength to carry herself through life with a playfulness and love so great she touched everyone with a piece of her and so her heart still walks around down here in all her children, grand-children, her sister and brothers, her nieces and nephews, and her friends; she’s never far from us because she gave all of herself to life.