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”

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?”

Snow-capped memories of Lapland

While my body can’t travel, my mind re-visits the special places of winters past. Like a sparkling jewel, I’m remembering the most magical place I’ve been – Lapland. North of the arctic circle, Finland’s incredible subarctic wilderness – a place of pure magic! Where the nature Gods conjure phenomena like the Aurora Polaris (polar orContinue reading “Snow-capped memories of Lapland”

Christmas to Christmas, the difference a year makes

I love Christmas – yes, I’m one of those people. It’s an infection I caught from my adored grandfather. He was adored not just by me but everyone who ever met him, so infectious was his larger than life gregarious spirit. At Christmas time he exploded with good cheer and merriment. As children my brotherContinue reading “Christmas to Christmas, the difference a year makes”

Let’s hear it for the boys!

You might think because of the suffering my ex caused me I don’t have a very high opinion of men. Not true, I don’t have a high opinion of him, but I’ve had the privilege of having some amazing men in my life. I was lucky enough to have incredible male role models growing up.Continue reading “Let’s hear it for the boys!”

Staying in, staying sane…

It’s been an interesting year, 2020. An astrologer friend said it’s officially the ‘year of suffering’. I prefer ‘year of transformation’. After being taught by nuns during my school days, the word suffering has terrible connotations of Jesus on the cross. I’d cry in class every Easter, if you also grew up with those stories,Continue reading “Staying in, staying sane…”