"Okay," Gina said, "let's get this straight right from the get-go. I am not your love, do you understand, Euan?" Gina fixed an icy stare onto the awkward young man."I'm just saying ... " Euan shuffled his feet and sank his hands deep into his pockets. "Look, why don't we pop into the museum, grab… Continue reading Be Happy
"Mike!" Alona shouted, her voice cutting through the mewing seagulls overhead. "You've got to pull yourself together. Come on, let's take a stroll, I need fresh air." Separated by an intentional gap, they headed across the car park towards the quayside. There, under watchful eyes of mothers, a huddle of children leant over the edge… Continue reading A Stroll Along the Quay
From a series of short form fictions taking inspiration from collage Bertrand's story..."We first met at a weekly meditation class. On this particular evening, the teacher had facilitated a discussion about the practice of mettā in meditation. How the creation of benevolent thoughts, wishing peace, openness of the heart, healing and love were beneficial. During… Continue reading How We Met and Why It Works
Only eighteen months. Feels longer,further behind.That said, I knew it was not two years. Since around spring,Felt much better.Rounded,grounded. Confidence has grown,although judgment,criticism hurt,certainly(areas needing focus). Yet,such instances come my way only occasionallynowadays.Unlike before,only eighteen months ago.