There is a little girl that lives in me still. I think I have been reminded of her moreso these last weeks, due to the fact of my father’s passing. The fact that my parents are no longer in this world. Neither my Dad, nor my Mum. The fact that I am now she; the mother and the ‘grown up’.
My Dad passed away in January of 2026. Myself and my brother were with him, and it was very peaceful. In the days preceding, and the days thereafter, life felt full of reason and full of a sense of awareness, of the world around me. It had been cold and clear, frosty, and the days long. I was awake for
I wrote the following words on Boxing Day of 2025. The day after Christmas, a day, I have always loved. Loving the magic. Loving quiet and the feeling of family and connection. So aware of the fact that ‘Christmas’ is so much more to me. With so much wrapped up with it. No bow, no ribbon; no illusion of that
Candles have been a source of both comfort and inspiration in these recent days. Small flickering beacons of warmth, amongst a period of my life that has been hard to navigate. Hard but able, I’ve found myself working systematically through my days. Ticking things off lists. Doing what needs done. Yet also… finding magic. Magic lives
The month of October saw me striding for miles and miles across Scotland. 100 miles in total in fact. Steps taken in Fife and in Dundee, Dunfermline and Dumfries and Galloway. Solo and with my family and friends. The miles travelled, were to raise funds and awareness for Alzheimer’s Research UK. A charity close to my heart. Nearly
(My) ‘Old Man of the Sea’ Part of a greater body of work I am on the cusp of… with writings unfolding, and words intertwined. Sea spray and weather worn, like the rocks tumbled in the oceans. Softened and storm sculpted. My dad has spoken to me… in riddle and in clarity… these last months. So grateful