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I'm mum, messy, moody and manic. A worried writer, carefree cook. Retired flautist and teacher of beautiful young flute players. I buried myself in life and love, babies and busyness, until grief, exhaustion and broken dreams cracked me open like a newly hatched chick. So here I am, piecing my middle-aged butt back together while licking gunk off my fledgling wings and learning to fly again. Welcome to my world.
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Soul Searching

01Jan

Roll on 2019

For me - I feel good about 2019. I choose to believe the worst of my grief and issues are behind me and my journey forward is now much closer to everyone else - ie I'm sure I won't get everything right but I'll try not to make a royal fuck up every time a little snag comes my way. I'm calling resolutions 'goals' this year.
10Dec

Abuse by Omission…

Until today, I'd never heard the phrase abuse by omission. But now I've heard it, I feel like I've come home.
12Jul

Travels in Jordan

We visited Jerash and the Amman Citadel before driving to Petra. I had no idea what to expect in Jerash - maybe a couple of ruins before heading to one of Jordan's treasures. But it's a lot more than a couple of ruins - it's a Greco-Roman city full of exquisite ruins and fascinating facts. An intact amphitheater, replete with Jordanian bagpiper and drummers, reveals the genius of ancient acoustic engineering. Put your ear to one circular niche and chat to your buddy on the opposite side of the arena. Totally audible despite the bagpiper, and distant repeats of Fur Elise piped not from an ice cream van, but the man selling gas bottles door to door in modern Jerash.
18Feb

Week Five

Day 29 Today I’m very sad. I guess it was inevitable. After 25 years of
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