A very good question is going to be asked in Birmingham on Saturday, 28 May 2016. If one in six couples experience some form of infertility, why do they feel so alone? Continue reading “Fertility Fest: Why do one in six couples feel alone?”
Words – what matters most at a wedding
When I was preparing for my wedding, someone (I can’t remember who) said: “The most important part of a wedding is the photographs.” She was a little shocked when I said we weren’t going to have a photographer as such – just three friends taking candid shots and giving me their films the following week. Continue reading “Words – what matters most at a wedding”
For those waiting to be mothers
Mother’s Day has become that day each year when I hold in my heart all those who long to be mothers and who are waiting…. Here is a poem for you. Continue reading “For those waiting to be mothers”
Fifty Shades of Gold – the road show
During March 2014, I will be speaking at two Birmingham venues on Fifty Shades of Gold – a reflection on midlife using poetry, Jungian literature and the art of Birmingham artist Jake Lever. Continue reading “Fifty Shades of Gold – the road show”
I have had worse partings, but none that so Gnaws at my mind still
There is a grief that runs all the way through motherhood.
The grief in going up to the loft to exchange the 0-3 month old baby-grows for the 3-6 month ones, the grief of withdrawing the breast and saying: “No more,” the grief of a child’s first day in school. Continue reading “I have had worse partings, but none that so Gnaws at my mind still”
Theodore Roethke – The Waking
I would love to share a poem that is a great solace to me as I’ve been unable to run for five months, due to injury.
It’s a poem that has kept me steady in the shaking of living with Multiple Sclerosis too. Continue reading “Theodore Roethke – The Waking”
Greenbelt 10 – (heaven might be a racecourse full of people)
I’d love to take the credit for this poem but I can’t. My only credit is knowing the utterly brilliant Rosie Miles. Fans of Greenbelt Festival, read and enjoy.
If heaven (2) Continue reading “Greenbelt 10 – (heaven might be a racecourse full of people)”
No solitude like home
There is no solitude like that of being at home alone
It is deeper than the prayer of monastery or retreat
Softer than the quietude of chapels and libraries Continue reading “No solitude like home”
The night after my mother died
I wrote this poem one Mothers’ Day several years after my mum had died. Recently I lost Arch, aged three, in the supermarket for about five panic-striken minutes. That experience has brought me back to this poem, re-living it, this time as the mum. Continue reading “The night after my mother died”
May my work…
May my work be the way
May it be my worship
May it be the growing of my heart and the connecting of my soul Continue reading “May my work…”