These last two weeks have smelt, tasted and felt like freedom. I knew, last Monday, when we drove past the South Downs, hitting the coast road after a two hundred and fifty mile journey, that everything was as it should be, and that (finally) I was home. Over the course of a week, we have…
Watching, Waiting.
Whilst we will spend the next few weeks mulling over our move, I’m mindful of enjoying the present, too. Change is inspiring but there’s also a lot to be said for a merino wool cardigan and a steaming bowl of Maca and honey oats with fresh figs and cinnamon. Creature comforts are one of life’s…
The Immensity
I’ve learnt a lot about my self in the past year or so, not because of any one drastic change but more as a reflection of the challenges of every day life. There’s moments where I catch myself in the midst of washing dishes, walking poppy, or chopping vegetables and I think: “Why didn’t I…
The Road Is Home.
Complacency is so boring, but comfortable, while growth is so predictable and trying. Everything I am processing this season seems so weighty, too personal for this space, but talking about food seems so….detached (and attached in the same warped sense of disorder). In the meantime, we’ll talk about food anyway. Which sounds complacent and comfortable…
Just So.
Its been a glorious, challenging, and equally satisfying week. Friday, Saturday and Sunday I shot the Just So Festival, a family arts festival not far from where I live. I had been contacted months prior to the upcoming event and had been asked if I would be a staff photographer for the festival which, of…
And If There’s Life We’ll See It.
I expected it to get tough, and, it has done. There is an unsettling comfort about being home; about the ability to act upon my own free will with food and daily rituals, and the terrifying disturbance of not knowing, at times, what is me and what is my anorexia. What is the choice I…
Ivory & Ebony
Ive had the most delightful day. Breakfast was spent going through yesterdays post, and its finally been confirmed in writing that our house is now sold (and is no longer ours!). It does feel a little bit strange dressing myself and going to bed in an evening knowing that my bedroom that was once my…
Posing Error…
Despite spending half the night wrestling with sleep (and my bed sheets), its been a grand old lovely day. We left the house at an unGodly 8.10am and hit the road, arriving at the park and ride before anyone else had clearly opened their curtains, but hey, who said there way anything wrong with being…
The Miles That Made Us
A few months ago, I wasnt able to actively take pleasure in small things; today though, I noticed something. Getting dressing, eating breakfast, a short walk round the local country park, those things we take for granted – those things were again gratifying (of course, with a small tendency of food related activities chewing my…
July Flame
(Fun Shoes!) (Meals Of Late)Since Monday I feel like I’ve been on a mission for meaning – a reason to keep going, a reason to wake, eat, nourish, feel. Monday afternoon came, as did the long awaited phone call our family had been waiting for for over three years. We had sold our house….