August 2023 – Muttering Retreats

One Month

Still reaching for phrases to articulate what life has been like without my first love, my hero Dad, but haven’t been able to grab hold of them yet. I will keep trying. Meanwhile the amount of varying emotions I’ve been cycling through is rivaled only by the wide range of physical symptoms I’ve had toContinueContinue reading “One Month”

Word scavenging

Still here. Still trying, without much success, to write about this moment in time. Still seeking, six days in, a way to link what is happening to some words of my own. It is the darkest, loneliest time and yet, an experience I don’t want to get lost in the haze. I want to rememberContinueContinue reading “Word scavenging”