BEING KAREN

One day, after the countless retellings under the turn of the stars and the unfathomable winds of time and space, beneath the venerable oaks, (because the tale is always being told) the Lady will rise from the lake, and wield the sword herself, high above her head, arm stretched and strong, and she will say - no, this I do not give. Never again. Countless times you have come to me and I have gifted you this which is priceless. (oh the making of it, I still feel that in my bon

She sleeps high in the tree, frail and slight, finely built, a small bird. Wrapped around a branch tightly, although she can fly, a...

Eating social media She opens the door with one hand and gives her friend the glass full of wine with the other “Come in, sit down, try...

A memory from Melbourne lockdown surfaced this morning ... I might be Australian, but I am a Melbourne girl. This is my city, she shaped...

Warrior Magic The master pulls his cloak more closely around himself, the room ice cold and drafty, all the windows open to the air year...

It was a busy night. Saturday night. There were countless young men who had broken themselves in so many different ways (oh, being a...

I slip a hand into my witches bag, and to my surprise, draw out an arrow. What to do with this? I have no bow. I do not hunt. A single...

The only angels here are draggling, Flightless, Barefooted. Each lovely Renaissance arch – dirty. Sunburned. Hung-over, oh the rich...

Second hand is a cold term, these books have been loved and now are moving on to new lovers. ‘You are the only person I know who reads...

Reproductive rights, in the US and everywhere else really. A few short things and then a longer one. Firstly. Good men, you are there, we...

This photo popped up in my Facebook memories today, it's a lovely moment to be reminded of. It’s not me, but it is my chuba. I was in...

I made a home with a man I made him sons We grew it, a family home And then it was not The waves that crashed through were made of time...

So while we are all being distracted by the Depp/Heard trial, and Kim K wearing Marilyn Monroes dress to the Met hoohaa, a terrible...

not all realisations are bliss some are brutal gut punched, breath out others a measureless instant when lonely transmutes to peace where...

Life is strange, and not all surprises are good ones. I am thinking about this day a year ago, which turned out to be not a good...

For His Holiness I used to wonder about the karma of it all. Why this strong connection and this belief that yes you are the Buddha,...

I wrote this in 2019, it appeared in my Facebook memories this morning, strangely prophetic now ... It’s all widdershins. Don’t speak to...

When you break glass, it’s over in a flash, the spiteful pieces scatter as far as they can. The noise is as sharp as the outcome. Any...

I open the door and smell the good rain. Smell the happiness of the receiving earth. Look at my tiny garden, each leaf out-stretched and...

If people are having troubles or sharing their problems with you and you make it all about you, you are lost in your own narrative. If...