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The noblest art is that of making others happy.

~PT Barnum

My Favourite Holiday.

29th October 2019 To those who are no longer with me,  My favourite holiday? Halloween. Why? Not a clue. I have no idea why I love it so much; I don’t really have a reason to. I never got to go trick or treating as a kid. ‘We’re not American,’ my mum and dad used to say, ‘It’s not our holiday.’ The first time I went trick or treating, I was sixteen and it wasn’t the best experience in the world. You see Halloween celebrated all the time in movies and my experience at sixteen did not live up to the hype I had built in my mind. I went with a friend. A girl I am no longer friends with, she didn’t live in the best area of town and there was one so far, we could go. There weren’t many houses that were welcome to trick or treaters and when we did finally stumble upon a welcoming dwelling, they asked for a trick instead of a treat and I was completely unaware that that was even an option, let alone something people did. I remember standing there, rooted to the spot with absolutely...

Writing

8th October 2019 To those who are no longer with me,  Now, I know that I have missed the last two weeks so for that I am sorry, but let me tell you, settling back into the swing of things for second year has been hard and chaotic, but I’m here and this week I am here to tell you about a deep love of mine. Writing. I recently decided to treat myself to a new book and I went ahead and pre-ordered The Giver of Stars by Jojo Moyes, and for those of you who don’t recognised the name, we have her to think for the film adaptation of Me Before You . Those that know me know how much I love her work, and I currently have two of her books on the go. Not the best decision I have ever made but totally worth it. The other night I settled down and I read the first chapter of The Giver of Stars and I was struck. Suddenly and out of nowhere I had the inspiration and motivation to sit and my desk and work on my own book that hadn’t been touched since February. I had forgotten ...

Water
Everything on the earth bristled, the bramble
pricked and the green thread
nibbled away, the petal fell, falling
until the only flower was the falling itself.
Water is another matter,
has no direction but its own bright grace,
runs through all imaginable colors,
takes limpid lessons
from stone,
and in those functionings plays out
the unrealized ambitions of the foam.

~Pablo Neruda