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Baffled? Puzzled? Perplexed? The answer?…

A friend is reading ‘Long-Leggety Beasties’ – and has commented that she’ll…

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Bridge between one phase and the next

I stand on a bridge. It is perilous, rickety. Miles below stretches an abyss. Behind me is the Land of the Past (marriage, teaching, this home, this village). Ahead lies the Land of the Future (unt…

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Forget-Me-Not

Since I was very small, I have always adored forget-me-nots. We had them growing, a gentle blue patch of relaxation, in the rockery in the front garden – and something about their colour, the…

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Bred to fear Giants!

The Collective Unconscious thrills, and trembles, to a Race Memory of gigantic, powerful and dispassionate beings – and, from this, we get our fear of, and fascination for, the huge, the outl…

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Envy: Our response to other people’s accomplishments…

…shows us who we are! And, in the case of the Narcissist, can rip off the mask…

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Candles and Tranquility

My Study, about which I have written fairly recently, is my sanctuary; it is the place I go to when I am wounded and afraid, and also when I am happy and creative. In its hallowed space, I have cre…

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Love’s Depth

Burned by the forge of passion; overwhelmed by the palette of red, orange, yellow and gold used to paint that most elusive, and oft illusory, of emotions, the girl took the cloak of magic and, unde…

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A Bundle of Insecurity

The divorce, with its many ramifications and aftermath, and the imminent move…

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Tree of Writing

This is how we writers start: Tiny figures hunched at the bottom of metaphorical Giant Redwood trees. We can crane our necks up until the bones creak and crack – and still not see the top &#8…