As a home educating mother of three, whilst there are occasions when we go our separate ways thanks to the generosity of friends, we generally move about en masse. This means that we have ample opportunity each day to rub each other up the wrong way.
Growing Young Souls
I was trying to rework a piece of writing earlier, when I was struck by the irony of what I was doing. It was a post about a time when I got so caught in thought that I blundered down the wrong path, ignoring the nudges from my inner guidance system to take pause; to […]
I softly beating rain, beating music, beating heart on that ordinary October day – sitting with my son, knitting mittens for the unseen hands.
fresh flesh presses against a cheek, smoothing it softly with his silken palm. he reads beneath the lines; feeling beyond the form of me, to touch the truth of me. he is, by turns, gentle and grasping.
It’s that time of year; Everything is “Muuuuum! Buy me this for Christmas… pleeeeeeaaaaase!”