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Authenticity

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The Life Audit

It's been ever such a long time since I did a public Life Audit (though it remains a mainstay of my private journaling practise). And so here it is, same format as always with a freshly designed printable audit for my lovely VIP and Salon members here, so you too can hold a thorough examination of all that you are right now... Today I am… Escaping the house because we have had a[...]

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The Jumble Bag

Once upon a time it was commonplace around these parts to keep a bag at hand in which all those things destined for the church "jumble-sale" would be stored until the church roof fell in again and funds need to be raised from the delightful practice of filling the hall with pasting tables and setting up stalls for everything from clothes piled high, to children's toys and my favourite as[...]

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The Pink Caravan Lady

I am stalking a lady with auburn hair. Not literally. I'm not prowling around her garden or trailing her around the supermarket. I'm not that weird. I'm simply stalking her in my head because she is fabulous and I want to be her. Or marry her. Or insist she be my best friend so a bit of her fabulousity could rub off on me. I fell in love with her house first. A huge Victorian villa on[...]

Puttery Treats + Pretty Things
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Fallow Season

You have astonished me with your kindness. Your patience. Your loyalty. And above all the gentle advice so many of you have dropped into my inbox. Advice I have been mulling over, turning this way and that and threading into the tapestry of my tomorrows. How lucky I am to have so much wisdom at my disposal. One of the images on my cream vision board says "Surround yourself with strong[...]

Puttery Treats + Pretty Things
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Anne and I: A Month On

And so a month has gone by. A month that began with arms full of hope and ended with the horror of the man I love hurting himself in the dead of night. (I need you to read between the lines here. To read it but not speak of it, nor question its specifics.) “Anne, I don't want to live. . . . Now listen, life is lovely, but I Can't Live It. I can't even explain. I know how sill[...]