dance
It’s brave, you know.To acknowledge heartache,and then dance, anyway. It’s a way to embrace the joy and the tears.A beacon of hope for the hurting.An act of thankfulness.A soulful release.A metaphor.Brave.
It’s brave, you know.To acknowledge heartache,and then dance, anyway. It’s a way to embrace the joy and the tears.A beacon of hope for the hurting.An act of thankfulness.A soulful release.A metaphor.Brave.
I quietly love rainy days. I love hearing the music of the rain pattering persistently on the roof, drumming to its own beat. I love seeing the shapes and colours of the clouds as they roll in, occasionally with the odd clear patch of skies between. I also love being Read more…
Monday 13 April. Every time I look at my calendar at the moment, I do a double-take. It’s not because of everything that was written on there that should’ve been crossed off over nearly three weeks ago when lockdown was announced. It’s not even because it looks like we have Read more…