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Makebelieve

Just for fun, and because a bit of playfulness is good for the soul, here is a whimsical poemishthing about Makebelieve. The words were spun for me by the spider who briefly resided in the top-right corner of my bedroom window... ;)   What fun it would be to ride on the spider's back - wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! – paragliding off the curtain pole, a trail of spun dewdrops in [...]

By |May 3, 2024|Categories: Comfort Reads, Poetry|2 Comments

Love and the city

I haven’t known what to write, lately. Mainly because I’ve been finding life challenging on a personal level and haven’t felt justified in talking about any of that against the backdrop of what is going on in the world at large. However, I decided to share this experience of a pre-Christmas trip to Birmingham because, well, I’ve never experienced love in quite this way before, and love just [...]

By |January 8, 2024|Categories: Comfort Reads, Musings|6 Comments

Raggedy Ash

One of the many scything tongues of Storm Babet is slicing at the windowpane, rain lashing down, her hacking cough echoing down the chimney flue. Bella, my elderly dog, sighs on the sofa, coiled atop a cushion like a furry limpet. Snailed snugly in my reading chair, knees curled up to my chin, head bent over a book, I contemplate paying an elemental visit to my favourite tree, [...]

By |November 7, 2023|Categories: Comfort Reads|6 Comments

New name

Hello to you! This is a mini-post to tell you that This Oddinary Life is now Softly Falls The Light. I feel most at peace beneath the canopy of the forest, in glade and shade, in those places where the sunlight slants just so, filtered through leaves and branches. Those places where it feels safe to be wholly content, or deeply sad, or anything in-between. That, in essence, [...]

By |September 7, 2023|Categories: Musings|4 Comments

No-longer-in-love letter

Today, I went to see, after driving so near, so many times. A slight detour, a dent in the route home, via Weobley. Late afternoon. The village, with its timber-framed houses, was eerily quiet. I had the oddest feeling, as if dangling above everything, held in a giant’s pinch. That curious detachment of mine. Again. There it was, where the main road in bends everso slightly left – [...]

By |August 10, 2023|Categories: Musings|10 Comments

Five Days

On Monday, I follow an elderly man with dough-white arms, strolling down the middle of the road. Thankfully, no cars come. His left arm is bent behind his back, hand curled upwards, fretting at the air. Like a pecking beak - or as if he is making an imaginary crumble topping. Every few steps, he pats his head. I wonder if he has dementia. Why else would he [...]

By |June 25, 2023|Categories: Musings|0 Comments
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