Eleven years ago, I missed a trick. Richard Thompson, former member of Fairport Convention and guitarist extraordinaire, was playing in Falmouth. Alongside many other happenings in 2007, this entirely passed me by. I’d berated myself ever since, thinking that I had missed my chance. Continue reading
I mentioned in my previous post being knee-deep in some projects that I could not yet share. I am pleased to announce that one has come to fruition, and you can now read ‘Capturing Essence: From Haiku to Healing’ in the Summer Edition of the Lapidus International journal.
You can find out more about Lapidus International and their mission on their website.
The Summer Edition of the journal is available from Amazon.
I am really enjoying blogging again, knee deep though I am in work that I cannot yet share. I recently had the pleasure of a Burst into Bloom coaching session with Mary Lunnen, whose work has inspired me since I first attended a workshop with her a couple of years ago at a local Mind, Body and Spirit event. Continue reading
Last Thursday, I had the pleasure of being an audience member for the second She Howls online open mic night for female authors.
Even if only as an audience member, being part of groups such as these is an integral part of me returning to my craft.
Bearing witness to the strength and power in these women’s words underlined the importance of being able to speak things into submission. Guest poet Jhilmil Breckenridge said it best when she asserted ‘Writing can set you free.’
I’ve seen it in my practice, and more recently railed against it – as beautiful as the process can be, there is no denying the ache that comes with it.
To be fully human is to be vulnerable…and to use vulnerability well is a gift, which every one of those who read on Thursday night had in spades.
I am already eagerly anticipating the next event in September, within which I hope to be able to share in the magic of others’ words, and perhaps add some of my own.
For further information, please visit Dal Kular’s website.
This weekend, I had the pleasure of attending a workshop facilitated by Dr. Penny Shutt at Pinetum Gardens, Cornwall.
In May, I became a member of Lapidus International, an organisation for people with an interest in writing for wellbeing. This was the first of their events that I was able to attend..and what a wonderful way to begin. Continue reading
It has been too long since I last wrote here, but I am delighted to announce the publication of my latest article, ‘The Lost Art of Listening’ by Verbal Remedy.
We find ourselves now in a world whose citizens have forgotten how to listen. Minutes, hours and days slip by as we convince ourselves that we’re taking it all on board. It’s easier than ever to glaze over, in a world where smart phones and other technologies offer the possibility of escape from the vital experience of connecting with one another.
You can read the whole piece, and share your thoughts on the Verbal Remedy article itself.
Three years ago today, I celebrated the launch of Stones in the Road: Poems of Grief and Growth with family and friends at The Melting Pot Café, Redruth. Since then, events transpired which left me at a loss for words. From within that storm, I found these. I’m still finding my way out, but I will be back. My thanks to Jon Duncan for his encouragement, and eagerness to help me share this piece with the wider world.
Emerging briefly to announce the release of my new article for PETRIe Inventory, on the subject of what meditation brings to modern life. Always interested to hear what you think. Read the piece below, then come back and leave a comment?
In the midst of a challenging few months, I haven’t exactly known what to write here. So, I haven’t written, except for myself. Pieces that may see the light of day at some point, or pieces that may not. I’m trying hard to be OK with that.
In my spare time, I have returned to Matt Haig’s Reasons To Stay Alive once again. When my brain won’t just ‘Sit’ and ‘Stay’, I find audio-books very useful indeed. I’m not exactly sure why I’m writing here today, beyond wanting to convey that I haven’t quite fallen off the face of the earth.
The title of this post arises from my short-lived stint of swimming lessons. I can swim, but I’m not the strongest of swimmers. As you might imagine, swimming in circles is the result of one leg putting in substantially more effort than the other.
I have another piece in the pipeline for PETRIe, and a piece under consideration by Parabola magazine. Things are happening, but not necessarily at the pace which I would like them to. In the meantime, I’d ask you to be patient with me, whilst I work out how to move forward over the next few weeks and months. Thank you for reading this far.
Last week wasn’t as productive as I would have liked it to be. There were other things that needed my attention, but I still managed to complete my response to my SPARK partner’s prompt. That said, I’m not writing much at the moment. It’s difficult to know what to write when so many words are forthcoming, but only scratch the surface of what I want to express.
I signed up for SPARK as a way of getting out of my own way, and forcing myself to produce something in the midst of this fallowness. Whilst I wouldn’t say I produced something brilliant, at least I produced something.
You can see the result here.