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Mother of three, time poor, rich in creative yearnings
Interests: Family, friends, food, sewing, big drums, wee drums, poetry and all things creative
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since feeling is first since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers.... Continue reading
Posted Apr 25, 2014 at Pincushions and Poetry
lately ... Digging... Floating and a-plotting... An oldie today...makes me want to go back and watch Hannah and Her Sisters... somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which... Continue reading
Posted Apr 17, 2014 at Pincushions and Poetry
A lovely hour or two of pretty possibilities lie ahead... Luke I had a dog who loved flowers. Briskly she went through the fields, yet paused for the honeysuckle or the rose, her dark head and her wet nose touching the face of every one with its petals of silk... Continue reading
Posted Apr 8, 2014 at Pincushions and Poetry
on being inside doing admin...looking out at this... remembering this lovely poem... Le Temps perdu Devant la porte de l'usine le travailleur soudain s'arrête le beau temps l'a tiré par la veste et comme il se retourne et regarde le soleil tout rouge tout rond souriant dans son ciel de... Continue reading
Posted Apr 3, 2014 at Pincushions and Poetry
~ 8 years ago today ~ The Gift To pull the metal splinter from my palm my father recited a story in a low voice. I watched his lovely face and not the blade. Before the story ended, he’d removed the iron sliver I thought I’d die from. I can’t... Continue reading
Posted Apr 2, 2014 at Pincushions and Poetry
~It's been 3 years today~ 3 When all the others were away at Mass I was all hers as we peeled potatoes. They broke the silence, let fall one by one Like solder weeping off the soldering iron: Cold comforts set between us, things to share Gleaming in a bucket... Continue reading
Posted Mar 27, 2014 at Pincushions and Poetry
~2013 ~ It was busy... It was full of life... It was full of taiko... It was full of surprises... It was, 40?? It was funny... It was inspiring... Managed to squeeze in a bit of sewing... The highlight of the entire year was having the absolute joy of... Continue reading
Posted Mar 22, 2014 at Pincushions and Poetry
Posted Apr 26, 2013 at Pincushions and Poetry
I think that was the longest winter ever...but thankfully we have plopped into Spring... Back to lovely evening wanders in the garden and long, long days... Spring always makes me think of Emily Dickinson... 'The moderate drinker of Delight Does not deserve the spring —' but it is more true... Continue reading
Posted Apr 24, 2013 at Pincushions and Poetry
We went to see the Dalai Lama speak last week, it was unbelievable. Two and a half thousand people holding their breath, you could have heard a pin drop as he spoke and chuckled and chuckled some more. Our seats were a bit rubbish and he was a bit far... Continue reading
Posted Apr 22, 2013 at Pincushions and Poetry
I always love the Friday Moments on Soulemama... no words, just's mine for this week... Continue reading
Posted Apr 18, 2013 at Pincushions and Poetry
The story that you would have got from any of our pictures from the last couple of years has been something along the lines of have fun, Daddy has fun, drums are pretty, lovely garden, oooh look at that flower, etc etc... And me? Well...I've been in very few.... Continue reading
Posted Apr 16, 2013 at Pincushions and Poetry
I never really thought about having kids at all... But... I am glad that I did ... Child Development As sure as prehistoric fish grew legs and sauntered off the beaches into forests working up some irregular verbs for their first conversation, so three-year-old children enter the phase of name-calling.... Continue reading
Posted Apr 14, 2013 at Pincushions and Poetry
I have always loved Maya Angelou's voice. Her actual voice, reading aloud her poetry or talking on Oprah. It doesn't so much matter what she says, but it always feels that she is saying something of great import. She wrote about her mother in a Guardian article recently, and it's... Continue reading
Posted Apr 11, 2013 at Pincushions and Poetry
When we finally got a bit of April sunshine we visited the beautiful Castle Ward. Very Mr Darcy is from home, very beautiful...I loved the kitchen and had a most lovely time imagining the cook and the scullery maids and the hustle and bustle... We had such a lovely family... Continue reading
Posted Apr 9, 2013 at Pincushions and Poetry
Two years without the lovely Pat... x We'll all be remembering her today x Continue reading
Posted Mar 27, 2013 at Pincushions and Poetry
Met my fella 16 years ago on St. Patrick's the interim we made this wee family of babbies and have had a thousand and one experiences together... I am truly thankful for that St Parick's Day party at the big pink Dream House, for getting so merry on Japanese... Continue reading
Posted Mar 19, 2013 at Pincushions and Poetry
One lovely year ago today we moved into our beautiful hoose... I hope that either the owner wakes up one morning and decides to give it to us or else we win the lottery. It really is the most perfect place I have ever lived in ...spacious, fricking freezing in... Continue reading
Posted Mar 12, 2013 at Pincushions and Poetry
I went on a teacher training weekend with the lovely Kagemusha Taiko in Exeter...and basically had the time of my life, learned a lot and came home buzzing... Lots of changes were made, we do a lot more drumming in a circle ( as opposed to circle drumming lol) but... Continue reading
Posted Mar 11, 2013 at Pincushions and Poetry
Life is exciting, busy, and filled with new challenges, really scary 'so far from comfort zone there's no point of reference' challenges...obviously it was time for me to move furniture, spring clean and sew... Love this of a morning... your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into... Continue reading
Posted Mar 8, 2013 at Pincushions and Poetry
Katsu and I sat at the table last night, the kids were all up a tree and we hadn't seen them for an hour or 2. Katsu thinks this is the perfect time to muse about how, before we knew it, they'd all be away and the house would be... Continue reading
Posted Mar 6, 2013 at Pincushions and Poetry
Fiona is now following Hillary Lang
Jan 19, 2013
When I came across my snowboarding fella all those squillions of years ago ( 16 years, it cannot be...for surely I am but 18 still??) I had no idea he would end up being able to do this... I am also sure that he had no idea that he would... Continue reading
Posted Jan 18, 2013 at Pincushions and Poetry