thinking – Helen Glynn Jones

Storycatcher

Inside me, stories wait. I can plunge my hand in and stir them up, like brown leaves dancing in water. But I cannot catch them, for if I try they grow wings like starlings and fly, scattering beyond my reach. Instead I must wait, patient, like the fisherman. Let my fingers tickle the water, ratherContinue reading “Storycatcher”

A Nice Day For A Walk

I haven’t walked to work along the canal for the past couple of weeks. Early starts and unusual weather have meant I’ve not been able to do so. But this past Friday I managed to get myself organised and headed down the hill, backpack on, looking forward to the walk. It takes me just overContinue reading “A Nice Day For A Walk”

Out For A Walk

Today I decided to walk to work. It’s a reasonably long walk, about forty minutes, but the morning was bright and I had the time. It’s a nice walk, along a main residential road, past fields and under a railway bridge, along a reservoir and, finally, crossing a sylvan canal basin and heading up pastContinue reading “Out For A Walk”

#writephoto – Lanternlight

Sue Vincent has come up with another beautiful image for her latest #writephoto prompt, and my response is the next part to the story I started for another prompt, Sacha Black’s 52 Words in 52 Weeks. And here it is: Later I sat and pondered his words. Alone in a dark corner, rainbow light fromContinue reading “#writephoto – Lanternlight”

Cleaning House

I don’t like cleaning. I really don’t. I can think of about a million things I’d rather do than dust and scrub and sweep. However, I do like a clean house, so, until I start selling loads and loads of books and can afford to hire a cleaner, for now the job falls (mostly) toContinue reading “Cleaning House”

Walking It Out

I like to walk. I walk every day, through choice as much as necessity (we are a one car family) and, unless it’s really raining, I enjoy the fresh air and exercise. The gorgeous girl and I walk to her school every day – we play word games and look at the world around us,Continue reading “Walking It Out”

Night Scribbles

I woke last night with a half formed idea for a blog in my head. Something about rejection and happy thoughts and yet acknowledging it was tough yada yada. I tossed and turned and mumbled about it, then went back to sleep, a smile on my lips, certain I had a nice post for thisContinue reading “Night Scribbles”