If you are reading this in fifty or perhaps even a hundred years from now, then I imagine 2026 is simply history to you.A date. A line on a timeline. Perhaps something you once studied at school.There will be records telling you who was Prime Minister, what was happening politically, how many people lived in … Continue reading Dear Future Descendant… This Was England in 2026 – The things the history books probably won’t tell you.
My own story and memories
A Little Kindness Can Travel a Long Way 🐾 By Athena & Obito — The Snowdogs.
Apparently, our humans are going on holiday… WITHOUT US! 🐺🐺Yes, you read that correctly.In a couple of weeks, Mum and Dad are disappearing off to Cape Verde to celebrate Dad's 50th birthday. Sunshine, sandy beaches, and apparently a little peace and quiet.Although why anybody would want peace and quiet when they could have two magnificent … Continue reading A Little Kindness Can Travel a Long Way 🐾 By Athena & Obito — The Snowdogs.
Why I Blog: Leaving Little Pieces of Me Behind.
I have been thinking lately about why I blog.Which is probably quite a dangerous thing for someone like me to start thinking about, because one thought inevitably wanders into another, which wanders down a completely different path, stops to admire a metaphorical flower, remembers something from twenty-seven years ago, writes half a poem about it … Continue reading Why I Blog: Leaving Little Pieces of Me Behind.
In Each Moment, We Are Different From the Moment Before.
I have been thinking about time lately.Not time in the big, dramatic sense.Not years, decades, birthdays or anniversaries.Just moments.Those tiny pieces of time that pass so quickly we barely notice them.Because I think there is something rather extraordinary about a moment.We enter every single one as a slightly different person from the one who existed … Continue reading In Each Moment, We Are Different From the Moment Before.
Love, the Way Our Mum Taught It.
Our mum did not simply raise three daughters, she grew us. She tended us like a careful gardener with fierce devotion in her bones and gentleness in her hands. She loved us not in halves or portions, but in great, sweeping tides that wrapped around our childhood and carried us safely forward.She has always been … Continue reading Love, the Way Our Mum Taught It.
“If Only There Was Peace”
If only there was no war in the sky, No fire where the children lie, No sirens cutting through the night, No leaders calling darkness light. Just open roads and open hands, No blood spilled over borrowed land, No mothers staring at the door, Waiting for a son who’s not there anymore. But power speaks in polished lies, Wears a flag as a disguise, Sells … Continue reading “If Only There Was Peace”
A Love That Started Before Words
There is a quiet magic in being born alongside another heartbeat. From the very beginning, life arrives shared, never solitary. To be a twin is to enter the world already held in companionship, already familiar with love before it ever needs a name.Before memory, before language, there is closeness. Someone breathed beside you, moved with … Continue reading A Love That Started Before Words
A Brain That Dances Out of Step
There are days when I feel as though my mind was assembled with different instructions than everyone else’s. As if somewhere along the way, I missed a quiet memo about how thoughts are supposed to line up neatly, wait their turn, and exit the mouth only after being fully introduced. Mine do not wait. They … Continue reading A Brain That Dances Out of Step
Watching the World Lean Toward Fire.
Once upon a not so distant time, England and America moved through history like old lovers who knew each other’s steps by heart. We were not perfect, never gentle all the time, but when the night grew long and the world trembled, we reached for one another without question. There was comfort in that closeness, … Continue reading Watching the World Lean Toward Fire.
Unarmored.
I feel the world before it speaks,a shift in tone, a passing glance,the way a room inhales too sharplyor joy arrives without advance.My skin is thinner than most days allow,words land heavy, even kind ones do.I hear the things you didn’t mean to sayand carry them longer than you knew.I love in floods, not careful … Continue reading Unarmored.
