Side stepping

Side stepping

The first time I side stepped I was 9 years old in the top of a treehouse that was so high up I could see much of the streets surrounding us, or at least over the fence. I was drowning out the cries coming from inside an angry house and as princess of my dominion in...
The Sometimes Mind of an Angry Pacifist with Skinny Legs

The Sometimes Mind of an Angry Pacifist with Skinny Legs

Disclaimer: Intricate Blog about Getting Cross, there’s the S word and the BS word in it. I’m not normally a potty mouth but… Anger. It’s an interesting bedmate. It’s an intricate bad tempered bastard that can be hard to handle. Feeling angry for me is like catching...

Calling all Polygons…are you ready?

Well hello 2016 you sexy son of a bitch. How are you? Are you surviving? I would like to begin my saying I wish mine had started off with a positive bang. But there is a fine line between Philosophy and Reality, the paradoxical duo that have us stumbling around in...
Want to Build Treehouse?

Want to Build Treehouse?

I may have mentioned to you before that I had this thing for the Magic Faraway Tree as a kid that verged on madness. I climbed a tree in our street, nailed some pieces of wood to make a ladder and seat in it and charged every kid within a 2 km radius 20c to climb the...
Sky Puddles and Cornflakes

Sky Puddles and Cornflakes

The owls are back. It is what started the week off, the gentle Who Who-ing of the owls. Normally I like owls but these owls always turn up just before big ordinary things happen. It might actually also be they turn up to next right on Spring which also seems to be...
Message in a bottle

Message in a bottle

Panic, small child panic. The only way it fades is to give my heart over to grace, surrender all and sleep. This is my prescription for a hurting heart. Fear is my enemy and yet it reminds me again of my purpose, my plight. It makes me realize that this is the...
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