Photo by Dawn Armfield on Unsplash It’s not my fault, she implores as she flings herself across the tinder licking up the final drips of moisture, crying over every molecule ignited by her rage as her heart burns the land, leaving a sepia stain on the sky. I didn’t want to do this, she screams as … Continue reading Heat
I was fearless once. When my words spilled out recklessly, wild, untended - a garden let loose. Nothing else mattered but the words as they grew from my deep and flowered, majestic in their exuberance. For many sleeps my garden has been fallow... left to a seedless season until the rain started and the deepest … Continue reading Unafraid
I don't believe in small talk. To begin with, it feels staged and obligatory and not at all like how humans desire to interact with each other. I've not actually met another person who genuinely enjoys small talk. It's like we do it because we feel it's etiquette - the right thing to do. But … Continue reading I don’t believe in small talk.
This post does not pull any punches. It's about homelessness, the reality of self and personal agendas. It is not targeted at anyone but myself and the experiences I have recently had on this topic. I realise it may not sit well with people. Please consider your responses before you comment. I appreciate you reading my … Continue reading Looking with eyes closed
Yesterday was 22 years since Andrew and I tied the not. I thought, back then, that I knew what love looked like. What it felt like and how to be loving. Boy, was I so naive! It was all those things but so much more than I can even now put into words.
As part of Mental Health Month, I will be sharing more on what my day to day life can be like as a Christian living with Bipolar 2 Disorder, Generalised Anxiety and Panic Disorder.
I hope to uncover some real life battles that go on and how I am learning to manage the onslaught, fight the battle and come out stronger in my faith and my wellbeing.
Sometimes it's good to do things that remind us to keep focussed on getting better. Because it's pretty certain we are going to need to listen to that 'me' that got the revelation and stop listening to the one who is freaking out! So it's Monday. Mondays are a day that I waking up feeling … Continue reading A Mental Health Reminder to the Me I Want to Be
She throws herself down in great torrents,pounding the parched earth with desperate fists, aching to crack it open anddesperate to quench its deep thirst. Mouth wide like a baby bird, he gulps, swallowing the life-giving wet like a dying man, grasping at each rivulet that tries to run. Her rage thickens as each drop … Continue reading Hail
She’s like sunshine, her tiny pigtails wrapped in yellow bows and her feet dancing an excited jig as she laid eyes on us. Running, her little face beaming, she jumps into my arms and nearly knocking me to the floor, I am surrounded by her warmth which lights up my soul. (c) 2018 Miriam E. … Continue reading She’s like Sunshine
Look closely. We never see it all until we do...
I didn't understand the power that comes from respecting my own space; that being clean, tidy and organised isn't about keeping up with the Stepford Wives, but about truly loving who I (and my family, by extension) am.
When we believe someone or something has authority over us, we find ourselves saying we 'have to, we must, we should, we ought to'. We are giving this something or someone else the power over our time, energy, resources and directio
Imagine a world where graffiti isn't illegal, a city where everybody could draw whatever they liked. Where every street was awash with a million colours and little phrases. Where standing at a bus stop was never boring. A city that felt like a party where everyone was invited, not just the estate agent and barons … Continue reading Banksy: Is the World Finally Listening to The Common Man?