November, the air hangs still The sky left to the lament of crows A toneless dirge on empty fields The pallid sun fights to puncture thin clouds Nature’s pause, before the storms of winter. On my recent morning walks, I have noticed the stillness of the air and the quietness around me, which has been…Read more November
This morning I sat in the doctor's surgery and cried. It is the third time I have sat in the same position in the last few weeks. Progress has been, I suppose, because the crescendo of emotion spewing out from the build up of the last few months - frustration, weariness, pain and confusion -…Read more When Stress Couch Surfs on my Sofa!