Hannah Moore
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Alice
Last night I read the picture book, the one my mother read to me as a child. It brought me comfort, whether from recollections of the warmth of my mother’s lap or from something of the story itself, I cannot say. The story frightened me, I remember, and the ending was all the sweeter for it, as was the glow of the lamp and the shelter of the arms around me. I suppose now that this was the purpose, to cause fear to bubble and swell in a child, all the better to feel the balm of safety after.
By Hannah Moore2 days ago in Fiction
Wisdom Gathered Over Time
It was mid-March, unseasonably warm here in the UK, and I was looking forward to the trip we had painstakingly planned and booked many months before. The route was mapped, the motorhome booked, campsites reserved and even some activities arranged. We had priced and plotted into the small hours and all that remained was to execute a damn fine plan. Things had been increasingly stressful at work, and I was yearning for an adventure. As it transpired, the adventure would be of quite a different sort.
By Hannah Moore12 days ago in Wander
Mellow
I have been incredibly fortunate to travel widely and often. Fortunate as opposed to lucky because this has, of course, been very much by design. While my peers have bought more reliable cars or moved into bigger homes, I continue to choose to travel. I have been to over 50 countries – over 60 if you include territories and administrative regions and the like – and to half of the United States. I have been to cities on 6 of the 7 continents and have walked, paddled, sailed, swum, climbed, glided, skied, ridden, biked and ballooned, before you even bring an engine onto the scene, through landscapes of every earthly variety.
By Hannah Moore14 days ago in Wander
- Top Story - May 2024
$#*£ ResilienceTop Story - May 2024
I was going to relax this evening. Tune out, hunker down, look after myself. I need it. I am exhausted. Thoroughly used up. And it's only Wednesday. Not even half way through the week. A week that in the UK, is Mental Health Awareness week. I don't know who decides these things, who gets to co-opt a day, a week, a month, and declare it a thing about a thing. But I do know a lot about mental health. I know a lot about mental health AND I know a lot about working for the UK's National Health Service. And so it was with interest that I clicked play on the below video, earlier today. By the time I finished, I was in tears.
By Hannah Moore18 days ago in Psyche
- Top Story - May 2024
Gay your life must beTop Story - May 2024
“My Dad’s got itchy feet” I would say. I don’t know where I first heard this phrase, but I parroted it often as a child, a vague but sufficient explanation for the fragmented answers I offered to “where did you….” questions. The assumption was that we were a military family. When I went to Sixth Form College and completed the full two years without moving, I set a personal record for time spent at any one educational institution. But we were not a military family. We were a family governed by a restless soul, for better and worse, and now, well into my adulthood, I am the restless governor of a home loving family.
By Hannah Moore21 days ago in Wander
Man or Bear?
Until a couple of days ago, this had passed me by. Most things do, I am pretty slow on the uptake. I was only able to wear my shell suit once at the beginning of 1992 before, having only just put it on, being late to discard it too. "I dont get it", I said, showing my partner a meme I had seen more than once in which a flame haired maiden took tea with a bear.
By Hannah Moore24 days ago in Confessions
The Beamish Boy
The day dawned chill and pale, muted by the whispering mists that rose from the swampy woods lapping the hillsides, a foreboding sea of green and soupy grey. Down there, between the warped trunks and mossy loam, the fug was thronged with the slimed bodies of creatures that thrive in the murk, the plashes and scurries and screeches of their morning japing sending eddies of animation into the haze, loosening its grip on their world. Further into the forest, where swamp segued to bog, and tussocked fingers of dry land became stretches of solid ground, droplets of sunlight sequined the vapour, shimmying between the trees and into small clearings, a suggestion of something charmed that belied the doleful lamentations emanating from those darker, denser columns of fog moving in still air on the edges of the quagmire.
By Hannah Moore28 days ago in Fiction
Strutting
Ace, amazing, awesome. I am the dog’s bollocks. There’s nothing wrong in admitting what’s true. Confidence is sexy anyway. Not that I need help in that department. Look at me. Ha! You can’t NOT, can you? Look at me look at me look at me! You want a little side action? A little shimmy? Wait, check this out. Watching? I said are you watching? Oh yes. Did you see? I can do it again, watch. Yeah, it’s like I vibrate everything. I mean everything. You like that? You want to find out? Where are you going? Where are you…..
By Hannah Moore29 days ago in Fiction