Change and ‘taking my soul for a stroll’

I’ve been angsty, irritable, happy, sad, excited and a whole range of emotions in between. My Dad’s voice echoes in my mind, “ShaSha, are you feeling fair to midland?” Yes, is my resounding internal reply.  I had one of those ‘aha’ moments in the midst of my morning household cleaning, laundering, tidying up phase today:…

Ode to my Father’s Knee

You bore the weight of loss upon your body from a young age; your little knees torn and scratched from playing football on the gravel ground, bled the pain and carried the scars of your mother’s life – gone, at such a young age. Your father carried you as best he could dressing you each…