Winning the battle

WINNING THE BATTLE ~Nicole Martin I am sitting here in silence and darkness and strangely I am still alert. It’s very rare that this happens at this time of night without me instantly fighting sleep-life is never predictable. It’s like the hammer has ceased banging my head into the ground, and I am able to…Read more »

The Challenge of Storytelling

The sounds, everywhere and nowhere, were what really relaxed me. A combination of deathly silence, and then the beautiful musicality in the trees above. Birds sang and flipped and flapped around doing their thing, completely oblivious to the fact Donald Trump is all over the news-what a pleasure-I soaked up all that surrounded me, like it was medicine…yet a photograph does not tell this story, now does it?

The so-called imperfections you see in your face are some of your most alluring features-because they are you.

Faces ‘I love its vulnerability, it’s impossibly human position. I love how it reaches out, willingly or not, sucks the breath out of your lungs and pulls you in…’ They carry on their surface, the angles, shapes and colours that collectively unify to create an outward appearance; yet the story The unique, impossibly raw and…Read more »

What I learned about what’s ‘Normal’, and what’s not…

What I learned about what’s ‘Normal’ and what’s not… 🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁 I was thinking to myself the other day-Now this could’ve been a couple of days ago, or it quite possibly could’ve been a couple of years ago…’the other day’…usually refers to a day in the ‘recent past’, but to me, it’s just 〰some other day…Read more »

Facebook or not?

FACEBOOK OR NOT? It’s a question that’s crossed my mind on several occasions over the years, and even more so recently. Many of my friends have let go of the Facebook fad, in favour of either a social media free lifestyle, or the more refined versions such as Instagram, which tend to contain less ‘shared’…Read more »

Opposites

As the mountain darkens with the dimming light of day the skeletons of the past emerge from behind the trees that cover it’s surface as black as night it hides yet it’s eyes are wide open.  The fluffy crimson sky that floats freely above it’s apex however, provides comfort inside fiercely beating hearts by lifting…Read more »

Bedtime Stories

BEDTIME STORIES Honestly, I know I’m tired when I jump into bed at night, teeth brushed, earrings out, pyjamas on, mouth guard in, perfume applied…pardon? Perfume applied? Did I imagine I was on my way to work? Did I imagine I was going out on the town? Did I think anything at all? -I think…Read more »

My Words are Lost

        Inspired by the WordPress Daily Prompt Survival- My words are caught in a net, this month. The net of life-and it’s stifling my ability to create. I love to write, the urge to splash stories and thoughts onto the blank screen remains annoyingly-this is how I would describe it-in tact. Why…Read more »

Back to the beginning again

Sometimes I wonder why it takes me so long to realise when I’m on a good thing. I have a terrible habit of moving from one thing to the next, constantly exploring new options, only to revert back after a period of restlessness and uncertainty to what worked best for me. Perhaps it’s a result…Read more »