Mrs Dalloway by (Virginia Woolf) So this was my choice… not to show off how highbrow I am – because I’m so not! – but because I’ve always wanted to read it and it’s so easy to look at new books when choosing and ignore all the big great ones of the past. Not an …

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Truth to be said I don’t have much time for knitting these days. Or sewing. Or much else aside from reading and keeping up with ‘life stuff’… you know, the washing and ironing… the cooking (and teenagers never stop eating!)… the hockey… BUT in a couple of months College will be over for this year …

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Something a little different… a little bit poetry, a little bit music… I was introduced to Kate Tempest during a lecture this week on poetry slams and music poetry… enlightening and inspiring… Kate Tempest is an English spoken word performer, poet, recording artist, novelist and playwright. In 2013, she won the Ted Hughes Award for her work Brand …

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If Beale Street Could talk (by James Baldwin) yes I’m still plowing along with my challenge, although to be fair I’ve been slightly sidetracked by all the other reading I have to do/want to do… Why did nobody ever told me about James Baldwin before?? I really dislike movie cover tie-ins for books. REALLY DISLIKE …

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Where did the handsome beloved go (by Jalal Al-Din Rumi) Where did the handsome beloved go?I wonder, where did that tall, shapely cypress tree go? He spread his light among us like a candle.Where did he go? So strange, where did he go without me? All day long my heart trembles like a leaf.All alone …

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I originally started this post moaning about being in a kind of funk. Too many thoughts. Never a good thing. And then I thought, no. Funk, schmunk…. it hasn’t been a bad week despite being without dishwasher till tomorrow (god, I hate washing dishes by hand)… and the dog vomiting her dinner on my white …

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My new favourite poem: Today by Mary Oliver Today I’m flying low and I’mnot saying a wordI’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep. The world goes on as it must,the bees in the garden rumbling a little,the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.And so forth. But I’m taking the day off.Quiet as a feather.I …

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