LETTERS FROM UNDER MY BLANKET

Dear friend, I do not like feeling weak. I do not like feeling vulnerable. I want to be strong and brave. I think the word we use instead...

The chatter of a busy child Duplo digging, Tumbles down the stairs; The sound of concentration From the kitchen. A small artist is at...

Dear friend, In a way this is one of the harder blogs I have written. I am unwilling to talk about the way I look because I feel I ought...

Dear friend, This morning finds me back in bed for the first time in a good two weeks of participation. I am deeply grateful for the...

Dear friend, It is a delight to be outside today. I am loving the twisting wind and the snatches of sunshine; listening to the birds sing...

The flower I did not want I asked for blooms of colour, extraordinary grace and miracles I did not ask for you. You turned up on the bare...

We went searching at the weekend To see what we could find: Seven bags of pine cones Twenty leather bound bibles Perfume that smells...

Dear friend, Blog writing sometimes has the effect of making me feel a little bit more sorted and like I’ve got my head together. Today...

Dear friend, I am very grateful that I have roses on my kitchen table. They are making me feel a little bit brighter on this bustley grey...

Dear friend, It is damp outside. Like the rain has been seeping and covering everything rather than falling. I think I feel a bit like...

Dear friend, It is so cold in my house I am watching the steam dance out of the top of my mug of tea. I’ve put all the twinkly Christmas...

Dear friend, The blue sky is streaked high-off with white outside, and the birds look like they are trying to soar high enough to reach...

Dear friend, Today is a soggy day; a drizzly, cup of tea and fingerless gloves kind of day. It is very still outside, just the rain...

Dear friend, The light outside is changeable today. Sometimes bright and clear and then the wind seems to be pushing it into that weak...