“I’m all out of salt, I’m not gonna cry, won’t give you what you want ‘coz I look way too good tonight” Ava Max’s rich voice croons through my speaker as I drive home from dinner with an old friend. I’ve taken a misinformed turn and ended up on the wrong side of the Thames.Continue reading “Salt”
Evolving; A bittersweet goodbye
I don’t think of this as something I owe to anyone other than me. But for those of you who have joined me for perhaps minutes or weeks or years of the journey; hello. This is for you too. I’m sitting alone in my small flat in East London burning an indulgently high priced RitualsContinue reading “Evolving; A bittersweet goodbye”
Snapshots
Defining this blog has always posed a real challenge for me. “What do you write about?” remains one question I find repeatedly has me feeling flustered. The answer to that question doesn’t fit succinctly into a 120 character bio. Nor does it sit in any real category even though I’ve divided this growing body ofContinue reading “Snapshots”
Safe
I took myself to the small kitchen in my flat and quietly turned myself to liquid. I filled a large carafe and poured the elixir of self back into my body, breath and all the spaces in between. The gurus called it grounding. The poets called it coming home. I called it being safe. Safe,Continue reading “Safe”
Cravings
I crave the sweet music of women who circle as I inhale fresh gulps of summer until my lungs expand with abundant joy. I want to run through fields of wild flowers, dropping loops of consciousness beneath multicoloured skies. In my dreams I fly to red rocks and harmonise with souls who retreat alongside mine.Continue reading “Cravings”
Peas
‘These will not be the rantings of a chaotic mind’, she tells herself, fully aware that she’s spewing lies. Some reflections on the past week in words; Exhaustion– Earlier this week, I did a writing workshop with Rupi Kaur on instagram live and she asked us to free-write based on 12 different prompts. Exhaustion wasContinue reading “Peas”
Wild
My hair is short. My life: abundant. Joy tickles my skin. If fear is the fabric of a day like today then I will stitch it with faith as I leave it at your feet. Because of you- my laughter is thick and my soul; alive. My feet are the roots that grow deep inContinue reading “Wild”
The hump is over
Folks, The worst bit is well and truly over. The last three months were heavy with dark skies accompanying dark moods. Dense lumps of metaphorical lead would constrict my ribcage all day, being dragged into work, well-concealed by loose scrubs and a kind smile, to the hospital cafeteria, clipped in by the seatbelt and backContinue reading “The hump is over”
Feelings
I am so glad I didn’t have to wake up and go to work this morning. In fact, I woke up, did a long wee (even as a doctor I still feel awe at the bladder’s ability to stretch) and went straight back to bed for more restless, jumbled dreams about R-, people from myContinue reading “Feelings”
A-break-ening
I love Saturday mornings where I wake up with a buzz to drink coffee and write. Saturdays are starkly different to what they once were. My safe space has downsized from a three-bed-semi to a compact room in my uncle’s house where the study desk doubles up as a dressing table and, on rare occasion,Continue reading “A-break-ening”
She paints with words 