Spring approaches

I dare to dream that spring may soon be here. I dream of an end to cold mornings, an end to hand’s skin dried out by the weather, an end to layers and layers and still feeling chilly. These are only phone photos but they hold all the hope of masterpieces. Spring, you are welcome,…… Continue reading Spring approaches

Harmony of Nature

Cuckooflower

As I walk, I feel in harmony with nature. The ebb and flow of the seasons, the emergence of each sign of spring’s arrival. I am part of the place, the time, the growth. The brief interruption by the need to become a temporary shepherdess strengthens the feeling as the ewes and lambs obey my…… Continue reading Harmony of Nature

Fibromyalgia and Me

I have Fibromyalgia. Well, technically, I probably have Fibromyalgia. According to my doctor there is no single test that can tell you that you definitely do or don’t have Fibromyalgia. It’s all about looking at the “constellation of symptoms” and ruling out other possibilities. It boils down to me “most likely” having Fibromyalgia. There is no…… Continue reading Fibromyalgia and Me

Pain & friends

I have been struggling a bit recently with my pain levels which can lead me to sink into a cloud of gloom. Pain and tiredness can bring along their lovely friends anxiety and depression and it’s easy to fall into a blue mood. Some days I struggle. And foolishly I try to pretend I’m fine. But…… Continue reading Pain & friends

Crazy Ideas Abound

Ok, so I had an idea. I may have been slightly off the planet on tiredness and codeine, but it seemed like a good idea. The theory is that I blog on wordpress.com, but by the wonder of IFTTT my blog posts appear by magic on suzyblue.org.uk. So here I am, writing this and wondering…… Continue reading Crazy Ideas Abound

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Home

I can’t write poetry. My brain is slightly addled by codeine as the pain was lingering long today. I’ve tried to assemble my thoughts but they keep running away. I am thinking of home, and how this was my home, my childhood home. Visiting is comfortable, like wearing old familiar clothes. Though things have changed…… Continue reading Home

Doubt

So I moved all my blogs here, and now I’m doubting if it was a good idea. With my tired eyes staring blurrily at the screen, I sit and doubt. I doubt and sit. Stretch and wriggle my gammy leg, and doubt some more. I doubt myself and my ability to make good decisions. I…… Continue reading Doubt