On cells, regeneration and recovery…

When I was a little girl I was always covered in bumps, bruises and scrapes. My knees were a constant testament to my complete lack of spatial awareness or ability to gauge where my lanky limbs ended and a coffee table began. No sooner had the graze on my left knee healed than another inexplicable … Continue reading On cells, regeneration and recovery…

Me before me…

Do you ever look back at old photographs of yourself or reminisce and that person, the you that you are thinking of, feels like a completely different person? Our social media platforms sometimes include a 'memories' function where you can be reminded of exactly where you were, what you were doing, and what you wrote … Continue reading Me before me…

On belonging and wandering and wildness…

"She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and no city." - Roman Payne I have been known to wax lyrical on occasion. Anyone who has ever spent even the smallest amount of time with me will have experienced my ramblings. My most … Continue reading On belonging and wandering and wildness…