Photography & a Poem: There’s No Proper Way to Hold Your Head

I thought I’d share some photographs of one of the prettiest flowers I have ever known, the anemone.  Every year I go to the gardens, I am entranced by her beauty.  It does not matter whether she is holding her head this way or that – she breathes beautifully.   I think of this and…

Our Lives as Outliers, a poem

  We have grown, learning the different ways to fit in we learn to struggle beneath our own skin for this is surely, where happiness sleeps. But we try and we cry and we struggle beneath these lies and some sadly get lost in this race there is not a trace left of their soul.…