GUEST POST – SALLY DAYBY JOHANNA HARNESS

GUEST POST – SALLY DAYBY JOHANNA HARNESS

As you may remember, I recently reviewed Johanna Harness’s début novel Spillworthy, it was a beautiful story, one in which a number of children have missing guardians/ loved ones in their lives and how each child  is desperately seeking that missing love. Sometimes it takes a certain incident or a chain of events to realise what you thought was missing, was in fact there all along. That’s enough from me, I’ll hand you over to the wonderful Johanna, who has a very special something to say about the importance of nurture and and the simple act of thankfulness. The Space

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THIS EARTH WAS MADE FOR TRAMPLING

“I must warn you, I’m not wearing a coat!” the husband cautioned me on Sunday morning as we prepared to leave the house and make our way to Mudchute farm. Having been raised in the North, he is of the ” you think this is cold!?” attitude and wears inappropriately little in cold weather. “Neither am I,” I replied, having flung all the windows open wide that morning. I bellow out “Sunshine! sunshine!” and woosh open the curtains with greater haste than usual whilst the husband walks through rooms without opening curtains. I’m someone who literally runs full steam ahead

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Discovery & Inspiration: Lionheart Magazine

It’s hard to find a moment when you have a little un and it’s even harder, so I’ve discovered lately, to turn the pages of a book silently when nestled near to a baby that will simply not sleep properly unless she can feel the bed sunken beside her with her mother’s body. The spine of a hard back creaks like you wouldn’t believe and the wispy woosshhh’s of a magazine is even worst! But not Lionheart’s believe it or not, well I certainly couldn’t believe it. I’d heard so many wonderful things about this magazine which Helen Martin created

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Blog Hop – Tony Hogan Bought Me An Ice Cream Float Before He Stole My Ma by Kerry Hudson

It’s very exciting and a privilege to be a part of Kerry’s blog hop in celebration of its paperback release! I read and reviewed  Tony Hogan this time last year during the throes of morning sickness and luckily,  her book managed to pull my mind away and immerse me in the world of Jannie Ryan. And what fun it truly was. But that is enough, I shall hand you over to the brilliant, hilarious and talented Kerry herself who tells us about her favourite London writing spots; Tony Hogan was written during a six month stint in Vietnam but before Tony Hogan there

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A Life Online

Avrupa Times A Life Online 29th April 2013                                                   And extreme silentness. Sea, hill, and wood,                                                   This populous village! Sea, and hill, and wood,                                                   With all the numberless goings-on of life                                                   Inaudible as dreams! The desk now brandishes a muslin square, a pacifier and on my lap, a baby whose arms & legs remain contentedly animated, but wait, she is now falling asleep to the rhythm of my desk clock and the tapping of my fingers across the keyboard. How life has changed. Every single aspect of our lives has changed thanks to a beautiful twelve week

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Hello Spring. Hello at last.

Life recently entails; sunshine at last and a dive into the garden with flowers planted and sun adored! Gosh, how long did we all wait for that one?! With the arrival of the sun, blossoms graced our trees, sandals made their way onto feet (not mine, I wear ,boots till June) shorts came out (the husband’s) and smiles brandished grey faces! It’s salad season as we shy away from root veg, we want greens, reds, pulses & watermelons! What else… writing at the desk with the baby on my lap, I’ve been working on an article for a week or so and

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Hope, excitement, creativity…..oh and soon a baby

Time draws ever closer to the baby’s arrival, and doesn’t my body know it. I sleep in a half light, a half thought, a half here and half there mind where I have no control over my thoughts and excitement- this is all mingled by the countless visits I make to the bathroom in the night as the baby fluffs up my bladder like a feather pillow, or in my case, a foot stool seeing as our little one has chosen to remain breech (is this an insight into things to come? A naughty Cranmer?). At 38 weeks; I do

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Slowly does it.

I’ve been at the desk today, desperately trying to focus on a review at hand whilst being physically propelled further away from it each week by a growing bump. The fact that I’m unable to sit comfortably for long spells as baby still insists on headbutting me in the ribs- bleeeessss-ouch! Please flip the other way baby, doesn’t help. But it’s so good to be at the desk. It’s freezing cold and yet I have the window in front of me ever so slightly open so I can inhale and feel the breeze (I’m wearing multiple layers of course). I like to hear the

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Autumn…even in winter

On Friday night, I happened across this beautiful Baudelaire poem whilst hunting for the right one for a friend who had a beautiful baby boy! Congratulations Alison! I hope you manage to get some shuteye! Winter has swept through in a sudden swooshing swipe of a motion, crushing autumn like the leaves beneath our feet, so here is a lament for summer and a dread of the darkness to come. Tell me if you feel its magic too.   Autumn Song by Charles Baudelaire (Penguin classics Selected Poems)   i   Soon we shall plunge into shadows colds; Farewell, the

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Writing- or not writing- or trying to write

I seem to be passing through all three of the title’s stages! It’s dizzying, perplexing, and all over the place! And I don’t blame the baby which is not here yet, but is absolutely here, all the time and whom I love to absolute smithereens! Even writing in the diary doesn’t go uninterrupted- ‘ooh what was that?!’ A distraction is what it was- a leaf blowing in the wind, a flock of parakeets shooting across the reddening sky, the young ‘clubber’ postman passing by who carelessly lets his mail cart go and nearly swings into a parked car. My writing task at

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