3AM. The witching hour, hands sweaty, heart racing. Her mind in overdrive, as she woke from yet another nightmare. Trying to dull the pain that squeezed her mind and soul. The tension in her back, she felt the walls closing in. Then came the noises. Where headlights piercedthe darkness of night. Like fireflies dancing in an endless sweep. The loud thrum of car engines spluttering down the high street. The raucous laughter of friends. The squeal of a fox who was demolishing the rubbish. But there was one sound that stood out above them all. Snoring. Watching him sleep, seeing the rise and fall ..read more

In the ‘garden of empathy’, the world was a better place. Cows grazing beneath the willow trees. Cloaked in black and white splotches, her eyes reflecting the sun’s soft light. Wild pigs with glistening ebon coats. Tussocks of grass their chosen nest, as they treaded the forest floors. Chickens squawking, flapping their wings. Released from the cruel cages that threatened to break them in. Though A wasn’t preachy, she was passionate about the welfare of animals. About treating all living beings with kindness and compassion.  Celebrating all creatures big and small. It sounded cheesy, but ..read more

In today’s fast-paced digital landscape, visual marketing has become a game-changer for brands looking to captivate their audience and stand out in a crowded market. The saying “a picture is worth a thousand words” holds truer than ever, and leveraging visual elements can elevate your brand to new heights. Take it from me. I am well known not only for my unique ‘poetic’ writing style, but my colourful aesthetic too. Vibrant, colourful, personality-driven. A dopamine rush, with a clear message. Someone who always has something meaningful to say. With endless brands clamouring for consumer atten ..read more

Veganuary passed her by, and melted into Valentine’s day. A sea of red and pink, a splash of purple. A love affair, not just for couples. Galentine’s day, celebrating friends that time wouldn’t erase. The kind of friends who would stand up for you when noone else would. Who was with you in the darkest of times. Who laughed and cried with you, who picked you up when everyone else was gone. A self-care day, for the solo lovers too. A toast to solitude, revelling in self-love. Where you would build your own tower of compassion. Whispering affirmations, as you celebrated you, yourself and I. For A ..read more

She never spent as much time in her cozy bed as she did in winter. Burrowing under her red and gray printed quilt, refusing to go out. For it was a sanctuary in warmth, where bedroom stories were told. Cocooned in pink and blue fluffy blankets. Ice cold feet wrapped up in knee high thick socks. Hours spent watching Disney Movies in Bed, Elementals, Coco, Soul too. Watching it swirl with the constellation of stars littered across their ceiling. Hints of blue, green and purple like the galaxies in their bedroom. But as January slipped into February, she breathed a sigh of relief. Leaving behind ..read more

If it wasn’t for a mindful Veganuary, January would be her least favourite time of year. Where the days were short and the nights were long. Grey skies in the stormiest of hues, clouds pregnant with rain. The air biting, her hands numb. A haunting melody of melancholy, where the sun was a timid visitor. For in January, the warmth was rare. Eyes streaming, reddened cheeks. Feet that wanted to curl up and disappear. She dreamed of frolicking in summer again. Her favourite season. Where fat cats lay sprawled in daisy-fed gardens. Bellies up, demanding to be stroked. Purrs that reverberated into h ..read more

They felt the rain before they saw it. In the frigid depths of January’s icy embrace. Where the world slumbered in a misty haze, rain drenching their clothes. They gazed forlonly at the stormy gray skies, the clouds swelling triumphantly. Frozen to the bone, as the water painted the canvas of the Earth’s verdant embrace. Despite the melancholy of the gray tones, they felt invigorated. For an idea came to them as if in a dream. 2014, the year of the soulmates. The year where the couple would travel, and expand their horizons. After all, in March they would be celebrating their five year anniver ..read more

It seemed like just yesterday when I had my first panic attack. Struggling to come up for air, swallowed breaths. In dark shadows where voluminous worries dwelled. Anxiety dancing like a tempest’s gale. Whispering seeds of doubt into my mind, my nerves shaking on fragile ground. Anxiety would grip me in its rough callused hands, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. That there was no way out. That I was drowning under the weight of overwhelm. I was stuck in a prison of thoughts that danced like a tulmotous storm. Stinging me, shocking me, its cloak murky grey. A shroud of dread, a fear that washed o ..read more

Her bed was her safe haven. A refuge from the dark thoughts that slithered across her consciousness. Instead, drifting whispers of satin would caress her senses. The sheets like warm hugs that invited her into bed. Vibrant red pillows, soft as clouds. A matching duvet stitched with warmth and care. Cradling her weary body, her limbs growing heavy with sleep. Watching the patterns dance on her duvet, like memories entwined. She slipped a pair of pink thermal socks on her freezing feet. Shook out the demons that leeched onto her veins hungrily. A rainbow blanket spread across the bed, mirroring ..read more

She held the mirror’s ethereal gaze. Staring into its silvery allure, streaked with steam. Where light danced, revealing more than met the eye. A catalyst for self-discovering, discovering the person within. Time stood still as she caressed her face. The beginnings of lines that were etched like poetry. Soft valleys of wisdom on a still young face. The start of wrinkles, like an intricate maze. Small lines on her forehead, a map of laughter, sorrow and memories. But the ones underneath her eyes were a hidden map. Laughter lines like ripples on a tranquil pond. The furrows of worry, biting her ..read more