• Me,  Moments,  Words

    Lessons I have learnt from grief

    Those of you that follow me on twitter will have seen my message about my mum’s death. She became ill with Corvid-19 around a week ago, her nursing home had an outbreak in the corridor of the building her room was on and they locked it down to isolate those people who were ill with it from those that weren’t. In retrospect it hasn’t taken long at all, however it feels like a journey of a million steps from there to here. Mum was comparatively physically robust, certainly when I contrast her with my dad’s frailty of the three years before he died. Her mind was where her fragility showed.…

  • Sinful Sunday

    #SinfulSunday – #InternationalWomensDay

    My ability to take this photo and post it is a freedom that has been won by those coming before me. We are more than our bodies, yet our bodies connect us to the rhythms and cycles of life and carry our being on our journey through it. I celebrate its beauty, patinated with experiences and carried forward by love. I put it on public view to help dispel the belief that only those that fit whatever current criteria of beauty is in force have the right to do so. I fight the concept of older women’s invisibility with these posts. I encourage you and I to love ourselves simply…

  • Images,  Sinful Sunday,  Words

    #SinfulSunday – brave

    Apparently this is brave.  According to a tweet I saw this week the brave ones are the middle aged women posting arse pics. My response to that is fuck brave, this is not brave, this is essential.  My stomach, rippled and stretched from my four beloved babies is a wonder of the world. A geography of pleasure and commitment and love. I reject the idea that I should hide it, from myself or from others. I reject the sense that I need to be perfect, young or thin. I reject any disapproval for posting images of myself on the Internet.  My body is my own, I put it in service…