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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I wasn’t going to blog tonight, but I’m feeling just a teensy bit chirpy and

Natural Woman

I’ve been away (again) for four nights – in a beautiful shack by the sea

Dream Writing

Today I did some dream writing. It was a technique I learned through Joanne when I


I’m consumed with sadness today. I know it’s the stupid drug, but fuck it’s annoying.
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