I’ve had a dramatically changing relationship with solitude, it seems to be linked to age and life experiences over time. I sought and revelled in it as a child. My mother laughingly called me Greta because of the famous “I vont to be alone” Garbo line. Happy hours would go by in my bedroom drawing,Continue reading “Solitaire, without the fear”
Author Archives: JoJo
Transformers are go!
It’s in the air, it’s in my soul, I see it all around – transformation. Waking at 4am, my mind’s eye still saw the butterfly stars of my dream. Blinking my eyes open, the dark bedroom ceiling was lit only by a small twinkling light display forming the image of a butterfly. A trick ofContinue reading “Transformers are go!”
A drill and a baseball bat
A lot can be accomplished with an electric drill and a baseball bat. I learnt this last weekend when my ex finally came to get the rest of his stuff. No, I didn’t murder him with a drill and baseball bat if that’s what you’re thinking. If I was that way inclined, I’d only needContinue reading “A drill and a baseball bat”
Locked-in by any other name
There are different kinds of locked-in. The current housebound one from pandemic restrictions or being locked-in a destructive relationship. I was both last year, now I’m just coping with the pandemic one and I feel free as a bird. So, I think that’s very telling as to which of my lock-ins were worse. If you’reContinue reading “Locked-in by any other name”
Freedom!
This bright morning, I’m singing Good Morning Freedom! (Def Leppard) In reality it’s misty outside, early this Sunday. But everything feels and looks bright to me because I have my life back! My freedom back! Finally! Yesterday afternoon, the ex, he loaded his possessions into a van while I took the pack for a walkContinue reading “Freedom!”
Fingernails down a chalkboard
The frustration is real. Not just being back in lockdown but being locked in with my ex-husband, still. The feeling is akin to listening to nails being dragged slowly down a chalkboard. Unwanted houseguest It’s my home! I organised the purchase of it and the move across country to it as the start of myContinue reading “Fingernails down a chalkboard”
Yodel yourself happy
Down by the lake we linked arms on ole red rooster farm all the wrongs we put to a country music song down by that lake drinking our gin straight yodelling the end of every verse it completely lifted the curse laughter sure is the best nurse laughing till we cried, round the lake laterContinue reading “Yodel yourself happy”
I love women
I’m a girl’s girl, a woman’s woman. I adore women and I’m eternally grateful to the women who raised me and the women who’ve laughed, cried and journeyed this life with me. Be afraid of a woman who describes herself as a “man’s woman” or “I don’t get along with other women.” Whatever gender youContinue reading “I love women”
The Joy of Little Things
Don’t underestimate, the joy of little things and the gifts that they bring nourishing your heart, soul and mind – like a steaming mug of coffee the sound of unwrapping a toffee, gift of a smile, even upon a screen waking up from a beautiful dream discovering unread books, or lost favourites the mesmerising glowContinue reading “The Joy of Little Things”
New Year, what now?
Significant markings of time require acknowledgement. Or not, as the case may be – it’s a personal choice. I like to be attentive to certain times; birthday’s, full moons, when to plant seeds, the holidays and the start of a new year. We were so certain, Sadie and I, at the outset of 2020, thatContinue reading “New Year, what now?”
My new life at 50 