Like many people I have used art as a distraction during the pandemic. As part of this, I signed up for a challenge by 64 Million Artists in early 2021 where I had to respond every day to a prompt. … Continue reading Even more real
Imagine you have planned a trip but when you arrive at the airport, they tell you that the plane is going to crash. They can reliably tell you that 40% of people on board will be hospitalised and 27% will … Continue reading Should I board the plane?
I dream in metaphors. Challenges become mountains. Obstacles are floods, brick walls and locked doors. Sometimes I wake and can’t initially decipher a dream’s meaning. Once 16 years ago when I was eight months pregnant, I dreamed of a whale … Continue reading The power of my dreams
I used to be a world traveller. At least once a month – – and sometimes once a week – – I made my way to Heathrow, stood in the lines for security and followed the maze of corridors toward … Continue reading What does it mean to be Great?
She was dressed in a puffer jacket and winter hat, ready to depart. Lifting the protective blanket off of her baby grand piano, she sat down, wiped rubble and broken glass off the keys and and started to play. Around … Continue reading Shifting perspectives
On the morning of 11 March 2020, I took the train in to London. I disembarked at Waterloo, walked across the Hungerford Bridge, crossed Trafalgar Square and opened the door to the Institute of Directors. It was a trip I … Continue reading A million minutes ago
Today is a death anniversary. My friends tell me it’s a special day when I should cherish memories and be thankful. They aren’t wrong, but those memories are currently seeping from the corners of my eyes. I remember getting a … Continue reading Four years today
I am an extrovert. I am not always grateful for this. Sometimes I try to relate to others through my own experiences, and I don’t listen well. I get really enthusiastic and that’s not always appreciated. I can be too … Continue reading Finding my way back
When we first moved to England nearly twenty years ago, we settled in a house along the river. After 13 years there, the house flooded and after 18 months of renovation, we left, unable to see the Thames floating by … Continue reading The distance between us
For 49 years it worked quietly in the background, unannounced and unnoticed. If I even considered my heart, it was clinical – a piece of me I knew I had but relied on without further thought. Not separate to the … Continue reading A matter of the heart