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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Tag: hope


Week Five

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

The Land of Oz

One of our tasks in group therapy today was to “create three characters to live

Week Four

DAY 22 Today I am afraid of recovery. I’ve been in this place before –

Word Therapy

As I may have mentioned once or thrice, I suck at art. And the thought

Week Three

Day 15 I feel as though I need to start writing about all the amazing


I have blogged about resilience before – and how I feel I have none whatsoever.
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