Life, Love, Words

28/06/2026

28/06/2026

Sometimes healing arrives quietly.

Not with fireworks or fanfare, but as a gentle realisation over a morning cup of tea and birdsong.

Grief leaves empty spaces that can never truly be filled. We spend so much time staring into those gaps, wishing for what once was, longing for the pieces that are gone.

But perhaps life isn't about replacing what we've lost.

Perhaps it's about continuing to build the picture.

Finding new pieces.
New experiences.
New passions.
New versions of ourselves.

The missing piece remains. It always will.

Yet around it, life can still grow.

Today I took some small but significant steps: I joined a choir and committed to looking after myself physically and mentally.

Tiny acts, perhaps.

But every new beginning starts with a single piece of the puzzle being placed.

If you're carrying grief, whatever form it takes, maybe this is your reminder too:

You don't have to find your old life again.

You simply have to keep building the new one.

04/05/2026

a poem about hope!

18/04/2026

Sometimes a memory rises. Something unpleasant - a comment, or an argument. This was one of those days.

A memory of an old argument.

18/04/2026

Sometimes the words don’t come.
Or it feels like they’ve gone completely.

This was written in one of those moments —
when everything felt still, quiet, empty.

But even then… something small remained.
A flicker. A movement.

And eventually —
the ink flowed.