As I Was Passing

The times they are a-changing...

Tuesday, May 31, 2022

Pain

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So this is what a broken heart feels like. I'd forgotten. 
Monday, May 30, 2022

Solvitur ambulando

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I walk for 2 hours as fast as I can, to make up the 12,000 steps for the day for the first time in so long but as I walk, I am conscious tha...
Thursday, January 20, 2022

Memories or Dreams

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I dreamed of a house that had a river running behind it. I loved the look of the river.  I wanted to play in it. They didn't let me. I w...

Sorting through the debris

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One part of my life ends, the next has not begun. In the meantime, I unearth emails from a forgotten past: Dearestest Nitsy Poo, I love your...
Monday, January 17, 2022

In one life

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 ...how many times can a heart break? I guess I am both sad and weary of life. All this pain. My little creatures gather around me wrapped i...
Saturday, January 15, 2022

And now you're gone

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 Here's the thing. The moment you're gone, I'm supposed to let you go. I'm supposed to wish you well for your journey and bi...
Thursday, January 13, 2022

As I was deleting email

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 I found an old email I had sent my colleagues to thank them for their support when my mother lay dying. I wanted to preserve it some place....
Wednesday, October 13, 2021

Daily footsteps on water (or I ticked my bullet journal today)

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I have a pile of New Yorkers haphazardly splayed on the table that I have yet to clean still in their plastic covers. Some are from last Dec...
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Jenn
I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also, of endless books. (CS Lewis)
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