Someone said this to me this morning.It wasn't meant the way it felt.Like a stab.Like I was being accused of being lazy.Like I didn't want to work.Like somehow I don't need to work.Line 3 to 6 is me internalising it ... It reminded me that we have to be cognisant of what we say and … Continue reading “Some of us need to work”
Over the past few weeks I have been starting very slowly to sort my books and papers. I have also found that my Dad has kept ALL my music - choir, vocal, piano, clarinet. I am grateful for this. Going through each box and pile reminds of the things I have played and events, concerts, … Continue reading Forgotten. Remembered.