“I believe in a kind of love that brings sailors home from the sea. Made up of seconds and years and the nospace between hands on skin. I cannot believe how much goes on. I can’t even cut out enough red hearts to keep up.”

So obviously it was Valentine’s Day recently… you would not have been able to miss this of course due to the abundance of the red hearts and tacky red teddy bears, well everywhere. And I have always been very outspoken about my dislike for this particular day. And of course I always get a bashing about this. But, for clarity… My distaste for Valentine’s Day has nothing to do with whether or not I believe in love… And it certainly does not mean that I don’t believe in love. Quite the contrary. I believe that everything we do, everything we … Continue reading “I believe in a kind of love that brings sailors home from the sea. Made up of seconds and years and the nospace between hands on skin. I cannot believe how much goes on. I can’t even cut out enough red hearts to keep up.”

Trucks passing in the night

So I’d like to talk for a moment about that feeling you get when a small, ordinary, daily happening occurs, and in that moment, the sound, sight, smell, touch of it transports you back to another moment, another time,  another you… Magical isn’t it. One such sound, for me, is the sound of a truck’s horn. As said before, a lot of my memories are faded now. I don’t have a good memory by the usual definition of the phrase. My memories are hazy, misty. But I remember how I felt, so clearly. When I was younger, less jaded, and … Continue reading Trucks passing in the night

Love, sun and baby blankets

So love. It was bound to come up eventually. Although, I don’t think that up until this point I have spoken about anything else. I have been asked before, ‘Do you remember the first time you fell in love.’ And my answer is, ‘Yes, vividly.’ It was three days before my third birthday. When my little sister was born. I had waited for her you see. I had anticipated her arrival and I had dreamed of what it would be like to have something small and fragile that I could care for and that maybe one day could look up … Continue reading Love, sun and baby blankets

Random Observation

So your friendships and your relationships are supposed to contribute to you, who you are and who you aspire to be. They are supposed to lift you and encourage you and inspire you. And you are supposed to do the same for them. They are not supposed to detract from you and suck the life out of you, nor are you supposed to feed off them. This does happen, because I see it all the time and, well, it’s sad. If you find yourself in a situation where your friends or your significant other are acting to your detriment, or … Continue reading Random Observation

It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important

So, ‘it has long been an axiom of mine, that the little things are infinitely the most important.’ This was said by Sherlock Holmes in the 1891 novel ‘A Case of Identity’ written by the great Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. But it is also now said, by me. Which of course, is more important. The little things in life. Things perceived by others as insignificant, arbitrary, but which to you, might mean the world. Of course Sherlock Holmes was speaking more of clues available in order to solve a murder. This, however, can just as easily be transposed in reflection … Continue reading It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important

It’s ok

So I recently turned 25. Thank you, I know. I myself too, am impressed I have got this far without so much as a criminal record or, well, anything to really show for it. Having said this, a friend of mine recently said to me, ‘Some of us have nothing to our names but a small amount of wisdom and a story to tell.’ Case in point: every year around this time I tend to reflect on myself and life in general, more than usual, and I sent my recent reflections out to my mailing list because, well firstly the … Continue reading It’s ok

So… An Introduction

So I write for many reasons. I write to occupy myself, my mind, organise my thoughts. ‘So Simone what are your hobbies?’; ‘Writing.’ Not everyone gets that…. But it’s the truth. It’s my escape. I think it might actually keep me sane. This could be comical/debatable, that is, whether I actually still am. Sane, that is. But more than this, I write in the hope that I might be able to inspire someone, somewhere. Maybe comfort someone; myself personally I have taken comfort in the fact that someone else, somewhere else might be going through the same things, feeling the … Continue reading So… An Introduction