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

Pony Love

As you know, if you have been reading for a while, my daughter is horse-mad. I spend many weekends watching her ride in lessons and competitions. It’s her ‘thing’. This is her in the middle of a competition at the weekend, between rounds. She looks like she’s communicating telepathically with the pony! I decided to…… Continue reading Pony Love

On typewriters, of romance

  Today we have forgotten whose shoulders we stand   On typewrites, the greats works have been produced but on occasion, mediocre sequels too let us not be an unkind sequel   Typewriters were the combination of engineering meeting out romance and the mundane Love letters producing the most careful of tears “My dearest darling”…… Continue reading On typewriters, of romance

life

I feel solid strong permanent yet this life is fragile the end unavoidable unmentionable undeniable abrupt and when it comes will I be ready have I lived truly lived have I left my mark or will I fade forgotten

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

unabridged

within these walls my heart’s desire my soul’s requirement family remade from ruin with love and laughter playfulness tomfoolery where parsnips and bacon are as bouquets received with joy affection and silliness are one and with my hand in yours we are living unabridged

the passing storm

the tide is turning      waves are building           higher with each day      a build up of           tension                stress           until all is                drowning                     sinking                          suffocating                overcome by                     obligations                          responsibilities                               a task list so long                                    its a novel                     so many things                          so many pills                               so many, many things and pills                                    all piling up so high                                         so high                                              so…… Continue reading the passing storm