where have you been?

I have certainly not put much up here lately. And this post is not going to be much different. I wrote a poem a while back, called 'too many words'. When I wrote it, I realised how incredibly overwhelmed I am by how many projects I have on the go at once. And I realised...

the mission

Few realise that I am on a noble mission. Maybe it's because everyone looks down at me rather than up to me.

clean shoes

I was looking through photos from my Canada holiday the other day, and came across a photo that I took of my feet (wearing shoes).

too many words

I have too many words to say.

to conjure you

"I am not furnished like a beggar, therefore to beg will not become me; my way is to conjure you..."

remembering myself

I had the unparalleled embarrassment and joy of watching a video of myself from 7 years ago the other day.

I gave grief a different name

This is a poem I wrote recently. I don't pretend to be a poet, but I'm challenging myself to share more of what I create - so here you go!

where is the love

We are exhausted. Where IS the love?

the size of a canvas

One of my favourite creative and pedagogical concepts is one that I have dubbed 'canvas size'.

start somewhere

I have never made a sponge cake.