• Ella and the Art of Safety

    I’ve written lot about my chickens, how they burst into my life and insisted on teaching me to expand, to grow, to learn to love, to learn to change, to learn to trust, to learn to accept, to heal. Each of them fixed a beady eye on me and demanded that I evolve. When they arrived, a skinny, scabby, shabby, scrawny huddle…

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Principesa Pink

[Ella (left) and Pink (right). Why "Principesa"? Well Pink has always been a little Princess, and I love Pavarotti singing Nesun Dorma, and the lyrics refer to principesa - I have since realised it's principessa in Italian, principesa in Spanish,…

Missing Niala

September, 2023 How the chickens saved my life (part 2). You can read part one here. I have three chickens. I don’t have favourites, but each of my girls holds a very special place in my heart. If I was a chicken, I would be Niala. Noisy…

Plain Jane and No Nonsense

Today my mother’s body travels in a little wooden box to be turned into ash. I don’t feel emotionally attached it, in theory, I have no attachment to her body, her soul has long departed. I imagine Mum already crashing headlong into her…