A Poem

∗ I am no Poet but, sometimes, the strict structure of a poem can be really rewarding. I wrote this a while back but never got around to posting it. So here goes …

Our Weapons




To me, writing is cathartic, sharing personal writing, or writing in general, is like opening up your soul, it’s pretty daunting.
This is just a little extract from something I’ve been working on…

‘RUBY! Oh Ruby, you know you shouldn’t wonder like this. Look at your feet, they’re blacker than coal.’ ‘What will your Mother say?’ chided Mrs Chatterly in her disapproving voice.

Ruby’s ears pricked at this. A smile flickered across her face as she crept deeper into the shadows of the walnut trees. The cool patches of grass tickled her bare feet. She stood still for a moment, stretching out her arms to their full length, feeling the muscles sing with tension. Her fingers danced in the streams of light that filtered through the thick branches above her. She twirled her body, like a spinning top, faster and faster until the trees melded into one canvas of green and black. She waited for that brief feeling of lightness, just between standing and falling, that moment of unrestrained freedom. Blackness.


When the whole world is silent, even one voice becomes powerful.

Malala Yousafzai

Writing can be so many things to so many people. We keep journals, we write letters, we type, everything, heck, these days we can’t seem to stop typing. We write as an outlet, as a meditative concept, to be creative or scientific, to communicate. We write for the world, we write for ourselves. We teach our children to write. Our brains are just dripping with all the written knowledge we’ve encountered. Writing is such a routine and menial thing to us that it’s second nature, right?

But how did we get so good at the writing game? Oh, that’s right, we were given that ‘opportunity’ to go to school, to learn.

Well, that’s all well and good but did you know that #62milliongirls, right now, are out of education in the world? Shocked? Because I was! I still am.

If you were fortunate enough to watch/be at the 2015 Global Citizen Festival you would have seen The First Lady – Michelle Obama introduce an inspiring new campaign that concentrates on the education of girls, focusing on giving girls the economic and social opportunities to stay in school.

Another Hero that graced the stage at the Festival was Malala Yousafzai. (I literally had goose-bumps throughout her speech). Now, if you don’t know who this Amazing young woman is, I’d be surprised, but here’s a link to her bio:


Let us remember: One book, one pen, one child, and one teacher can change the world.

Malala Yousafzai

Education helped all of us become who we are today. But more than 62 million girls around the world – half of whom are adolescent – are denied the right to an education. When girls aren’t given the chance to realize their potential, the whole world loses out.

Excerpt from Website


It’s time to speak up for those can’t.


In school, we learn that our voices matter. Tweet or Instagrama black and white portrait and share what you learned in school:“In school, I learned ____. #62MillionGirls don’t have that chance.”

I’m Back….


I’ve taken a pretty long break from writing, (is it just me or has this officially been the busiest Summer which has just flown by??)

But here goes the catch up…

I’ve got photographs and crafts and yummy recipes coming out my ears that I just can’t wait to share.

I really do hope that everyone’s had a great summer or winter (despite the weather on both counts). 3

Just as a side note, without dampening too many spirits, If you’ve seen the news, then you’ve unfortunately seen the awful photographs of all those people just looking for a way out, to be safe and free. The world has become this terrible place but if we share just a little bit of love; donate old clothes or some money, maybe sign a petition, anything you can, regardless how small, could potentially save a life..

You can donate to UNICEF by texting child to 50300.


Let’s share the love and pass it forward…