A snapshot of my 2012 in Instagrams

Captured forever & ever

Pack of Sparrows

And so it begins.
      A
         notion of continuous prose.
A spark to break the

spell & get me writing
- and imagining myself
in someone else's

skin. Work of wonder,
a world of dreams. A place
familiar like

Lucy in her war-
drobe or Alice in the
rabbit hole. I delve,

I walk, I run and I
wonder. I wonder what the
future will bring and

I wonder what colour
the sky will be tonight. I
dream of the sea, of

the waves and the dark
sky. The stars. The punctum.
My life filled with the

thoughts of that spark of
life. The eye opening sparks
that fly around us

all the time. Do we
notice the little things? So
preoccupied with

the day. With the me-
diocre statutes of the
day. Do we look. Do

we look for the joy
and the love and the
wonder? I do. I

am there, on it. All
the waking hours
of life. I am looking, watching, waiting.

For you to notice me.

Homesick

Who said that? I don't 
know when I ever felt more 
alive. Worlds apart 


yet so in tune. An 
harmonious together-
ness. My heart brings peace 


to my soul. There's a 
drum beat - a little sigh then 
the saxophone be-


gins. The sunshine trans-
forms the sea into a spar-
kling mass of wonder. 


                             Succinct. 
                                       Wonder.

Chesil Beach

Rocks, structures... the long-
shore drift. Distribution of 
pebbles. Mysteri-


ous sizes from pea 
to large cobble. Local smu-
ggler legends surround 


the enduring, ex-
hausted, vulnerable 
Chesil Beach.

03.03.12

Doing the things you enjoy without thinking. Enjoying the life you have without compromising.  Being the best at being you. Only you can be the best at being you. Love who you are. okay okay okay okay what makes me me?


The words. 


The mustache prints. 


The long hair and shiny neutral nail polish.


The obsessions.


The faltering.


The melancholia (in moderation).


The ecstasy (in moderation).


The love for: coffee, the ocean, lying on grass looking at the sky, writing, photographs.


The aversion to: big dogs, bikinis, tomatoes in pre-made sandwiches, paranoia.


Sitting at my desk writing I am happy - really happy. 


Walking on the beach/ by the beach/ on the cliff-top looking at the beach I am happy. Really happy.


My one craving? The feeling of being accepted / loved/ wanted and needed.


My one lesson today? I need to accept myself and love being me. The rest will follow. 

Ebb & Flow (part 2)

When things get rough and 

everything seems tough - it makes 

you see that life is 

                          actually 

easy most of the 

time.  Wandering through the last 

few days in a haze. 

Days, interrupted 

by fear, headaches, tears and shoul-

ders, are a blur, but 

life continues. The 

ebb and flow. The waves of the 

ocean pound the shore-

line, reminding you -

despite this tough period 

and the cold icy 

                      water, 

life continues on. 

(Underneath it all - family is everything)