How to Be Human Enough To… learn to fly on broken wings
In the quiet of the evening, the song of the blackbird soothes my soul.
Processing, writing
How to Be Human Enough To… Follow the Glimmers
Writing is my guide, helping me navigate the complexities of life, to support my whole self in its knowing, and share my insights with others.
How to Be Human Enough to know when to keep swimming and when to float
Swimming in the North Sea has taught me to embrace the cold and the wild, finding peace in the controlled chaos of the sea pool. This unique blend of safety and freedom has become my sanctuary.
How to Be Human Enough to… be diagnosed in midlife
A blackbird building her nest in a hedge no more needed my assessment than my adhd needed the psychiatrist’s clipboard. So I watched her and she watched me while he was daein his deekin. I saw her and she saw me. And he saw his form.
How To Be Human Enough to… feel burnt out and still go on
Life in St Andrews might be full of abundance, but the real luxury is the raw beauty of this beach. The wind, a force of nature, pulls me into a moment of clarity. As I walk, my body follows its rhythm, burning thighs and stinging eyes becoming part of the landscape’s timeless dance.
How to be Human Enough to…be proud of how far you’ve come
Discovering ‘taivert’ as a word for ADHD’s relentless fatigue helped me redefine normalcy, one step at a time.
How to Be Human Enough To… see yourself as others see you.
A collection of poems inspired by Dumfries and a quote from To A Louse by Burns on seeing ourself as others see us.
How to be Human Enough to… be an adequate parent.
On the challenges of parenting before knowing why things are so hard
How To Be Human Enough to… Build the right channels.
What if I’m not an overflowing mess but just trying to flow two rivers in the same channel during flood season?
How to be human enough to… be there at the end
A poem to recollect my father in laws final moments, written before the funeral of my beloved high school English teacher.
When I’m Old
My Grannie was born in 1910 in Scotland and was quietly amazing.This photo is the opposite to who she was
New Beginnings
A poem contemplating that time between the end of one thing and the beginning of another and the rest and processing that needs to come in between.
Why its a new year, same me in 2025
When a flower doesn’t bloom you don’t try to fix the flower. I’ve done so much self help reading and
