Getting a little something in the post has taken on an extra significance for many people at this time. Yes, so many of us have e-mail, but there’s always something special about receiving something physical from a loved-one.
A recent thread on Twitter caused me the sudden and urgent desire to dig out my fountain pens. I suddenly remembered how much I used to enjoy writing – not just what I was writing, but how, the physical process and the mechanics of the pens. Writing is still an essential daily part of my sanity, and it occurred to me that maybe I’m missing something in in settling for whatever biro I can lay my hands on that probably came free in a charity envelope.
I always knew the world wasn’t perfect, there was much still to fight for, but I didn’t think we would actually start going backwards towards more intolerance, more inequality, less acceptance of scientific fact.
We’re doing something extra every day after opening our Advent calendar window this year. We’re putting an item of food into a box for our local food bank, and then at Christmas we’ll take the whole box along to our local food bank in Horsham to donate it.
It’s been a momentous week, that’s left me feeling the need for familiar, cozy things.
So I’m leaving my more demanding design work aside this afternoon and settling down to some simple crochet.
I often write in a journal – I wouldn’t call it ‘journalling’ as I don’t use it for reflecting on the day, really, but it does keep me sane at critical points to lay out my thoughts or to make lists. Quite often, I use it to give myself a little pep talk, and this week I took it a step further and I wrote myself a letter. Read More
Hello lovely month of May!
(I think May is my second favourite month, after September, but who’s counting).
The month comes with two powerful scent memories for me, from two sides of my life.
First is the powerfully evocative scent of may blossom (hawthorn) and cow parsley together in the sunshine.