I happed upon a new word the other day. Topophilia. If it’s a new word to you too then in very simple terms it means ‘the love of a place’. Throughout my travels, particularly during the past 10 years when I’ve been heading off solo, some destinations have struck such a chord that I’ve visitedContinue reading “Topophilia, travel, grief & guilt”
This book arrived today. I bought it because I had a voucher to use and because I’ve been worrying about festering and not achieving enough in my little Long Life. Look at the words on the cover: Hell fire. I’ve just realised that I don’t need to transform my life any more right now! InContinue reading “So long, self-help book!”
A very dear friend gave me this a few weeks ago. She’d drawn it especially for me. I absolutely love it. What a wonderful thing for a friend to do and, indeed say! I’ll be honest. I didn’t recognise that person in the picture as me. Perhaps partly because I don’t have much in theContinue reading “Heading back where I b-Long”
As if 44,000 deaths wasn’t devastating enough, this week we passed a grim milestone. A hundred days of lockdown. A hundred whole days. A hundred days of, thankfully, still being alive and well. A hundred days of taking care of ourselves and one another.