The Multiple Readings of David Bowie
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The Multiple Readings of David Bowie

Two years ago the incredible talented David Bowie sadly passed away, and the world lost a music genius. A few years earlier I had been fortunate enough to visit the David Bowie exhibition in the V&A museum, London. He had been heavily involved in the curation and what was presented was a unique and beautiful event. … Continue reading

Moving On
Coffee Shop Confessional / london / Love / mother and daughter / Real Life / relationships / Woman

Moving On

My parents are moving. They’re packing up their great big family home and downsizing. This isn’t a ‘should we? maybe? some day’ kinda decision. It’s actually happening. The home that has housed my parents, four siblings, tenants over the years, a number of guests from foreign countries and not to mention the years one of … Continue reading

If I could paint…
language / london / Love / Poetry / relationships / Religion & Spirituality / voice / Woman / Words that only poetry can say

If I could paint…

If I could paint what I see I’d use orange for the warmth of my room, And lavender for rushing wind outside my window. There would be red for the love that runs through, And for you I’d use yellow. I’d joyfully splash  purple for my two heart beats onto white paper. I’d swirl all … Continue reading

The Relationship Ceiling
Coffee Shop Confessional / Dreams / language / Love / Real Life / relationships / responsibility / voice / Wellbeing / Woman

The Relationship Ceiling

I’ve had two significant relationships in my life. One would be a marriage that ended badly, where everything on paper should have meant that we were well matched, and the other… well let’s say on paper our dating profiles would have yelled ‘you have 0% chance of this working.’ It is the latter that keeps … Continue reading

The Singing Saints
Dreams / foreign / Holidays & Travel / language / london / Love / Pakistan / Real Life / Religion & Spirituality / voice / Woman

The Singing Saints

We were leaving behind the excited chaos of family life in Lahore and on our way to my mother’s village. Stories of Galawaal had been weaved into our young lives, and we knew that my grandfather had owned much land there. My mother would talk of drivers holding up hordes of passengers as her family … Continue reading