musings of a twenty-something bilingual
I've reached capacity today. I'm at the point where I could cry in public. But where I am sat, I am witnessing a lovely interaction between two strangers. The man has asked a lady to take a photo of him with Luke Jerram's Mars. He's on the floor pretending to hold it up. Wholesome tourist… Continue reading gentle rebellion when moving forwards feels like moving backwards and standing still
Realising how wholesome my life truly is has been eye-opening this week. I'm here typing away at my Grandma's on what is outside quite a dull, early Tuesday afternoon; she is making us lunch and I just sent off a job application. Yes, yet another one. But today isn't about that. After my Gran and… Continue reading wholesome moments in the grey
I'll tell you what, I really enjoy healthy debate. And sometimes its even better when you're overhearing it, rather than taking part. I'm sat today in the town centre's library cafe, working away on a job application, but I'm thoroughly - and enjoyably - distracted by the lively debate taking place on the table beside… Continue reading one morning surrounded by words
It is both a joy and a nightmare to wake up to the sound of intense birdsong outside of your window. Maybe it's the frustration of it occurring at 5 o'clock in the morning, when you'd hoped for more sleep, the repeated calls and tweets of the same clan of birds as the day before.… Continue reading morning musings to end the month of April
Hello, hello. Sitting down again with a quarter-written post on paper, my one coffee of the day and BBC Radio 4's Woman Hour playing in the background. The neighbour's cat has perched himself on the patio soaking up the sun, and I just thought, if I can spill these thoughts on paper, why don't I… Continue reading from paper to typed-up thoughts
I'm going to start this one off by prefacing that you're going to need to keep reading for depth. I do hope that you find strength in yourself today, whatever it is that you're facing. This is one of the half-written, handwritten posts I had to type up. Stick with me x "Doesn't match the… Continue reading choosing love, shedding skin & accepting change
I’ve two or three posts handwritten waiting for me to ‘find the time’ to type them up. There’s this endless feeling of not having time at the moment. It’s frustrating really because when I carve an ounce of time out for myself to do something I need to do, something happens. I know that’s a… Continue reading little excerpt on a sunny first day of spring
I sit at the wonky table with the view of the bowling green. The sun catching the water on the canopy and catching the rainwater on the grass. It’s not the same without the people I’ve lost but keeping going is the only way forward. There’ll be healing, it’ll come. Maybe this is what it… Continue reading wednesday woes, sunshine in the rain and pink carnations
I knew that if I didn’t finish this blog post before 2024 ended then I would really struggle to get through it. As normal I have found the start of this New Year incredibly difficult and even more so for the reasons that come in these words. I hope that they bring at least one… Continue reading love lessons, grief and wisdom that knows no bounds
Wherever you can, lean into stillness and settle into presence. AmyAnn Cadwell& The Good Trade Team My wishful attempts at breaking into pure creativity in 2024 have been somewhat hindered by a myriad of reasons. Getting in my own way has certainly been number one on that list. The unfortunate anxiety has decided it won't… Continue reading bittersweet reflections of stillness and intoxicating isolation
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