I am a freelance writer for hire, writing on matters of health, mental health, herbal medicine and wellbeing. I love writing and creativity. I am a Medical Herbalist, Psychiatric Nurse, Writer and artist.
A Derelict Stone Cottage
Anna had persuaded Sarah to come for a walk through the woods, up in the hills of Cumbria. Before heading deeper into the woods, they stood next to the bubbling stream, watching the little waterfalls, interrupting the flow of the water.
Lockdown - not again!
Lockdown – not again! What about Mental Health? I have been a mental health nurse for over 30 years. I have had some breaks in service and for most of my life, as a nurse, I worked in Addiction Services. That was my chosen specialty. More recently and throughout the big C lockdowns, I have been working in busy community mental health teams.
My Daughter and Her Husbands' Holiday in Iceland
We arrived at Keflavik International Airport in November, from England where it was 12 degrees. When we landed, it was -12 degrees and the 24 degree difference could be felt in every bone in your body. Suffice to say it was absolutely freezing!
Grief is something that none of us can avoid, whether it is grief of a loved one that has died or whether it is the grief of a mother whose children have flown the nest. We can also experience grief at the loss of a loved career or loss of health and vitality. Whatever that grief, all of us will face it during our lifetimes, especially loss of our loved ones. Grief is probably the most devastating of life trials, that we all face and many of us face it several times during our lives.
Frustrations In The Life Of A Writer
There are so many wasted hours, that pass so slowly, when the job you do, is not the job you want to do. It steals the day, sometimes even the evening as well. Doing something you hate, diminishes your energy and therefore your dreams.
Our Family Recipe – Lancashire Hotpot I am sharing a recipe that means a lot to me. It reminds me of chilly nights with the onset of winter. It reminds me of running home after school, my legs red with the cold and my long hair, blowing over my face. Shouting to my friend running on the other side of the road. She reaches her house first, as she lives near the top of the hill, whereas I live at the bottom of the hill. I shout goodbye, waving furiously.