Appetite for Living on SUBSTACK.

Just like this little daffodil is the blossoming of a bulb’s longing for expression, our longings themselves are the proof of the life our hearts already know is possible.

With so much time at home this past year, I've developed an even greater reverence for what surrounds me. It's the space that holds it all, my memories and my unfolding experience. Every minute of every day it makes the space for me to live into.

When I was 12 years old I drew all day long. Alone or with my best friend, I’d copy album covers and photos in magazines and it was my favourite thing in the world to do.

Today I had my first haircut in more than 7 months and does it feel good. The regrowth I could handle, but the lack of curl was really getting me down. I spent the best part of my youth cursing my curls.

It’s tiny but this modest little balcony is everything to me.

There is something about snow that brings out the child in me.

The older I get, the more I realise that life consists of repeatedly losing sight of myself and finding my way back, sometimes deliberately often seemingly by chance.

This year, instead of intentions, I’ve decided to choose a word that sums up the energy I’d like to tap into as I go forward into 2021.

Today’s winter solstice feels particularly ripe for reflection and even more of a new year than 1 January does, especially after a year that has itself felt like a kind of solstice, a deep pause.

Autumn always feels so abundant, in a deeper more subversive way than Spring does.