““I will cut adrift— I will sit on pavements and drink coffee—I will see the Southern hills; I will dream; I will take my mind out of its iron cage & let it swim—this fine October”. Virginia Woolf Virginia Woolf wrote this in her diary on October 15th 1930. The Vice Chancellor of my university…

And so the glory of the endless summer has faded and the nights are finally drawing in. In London there is that heavy earthy smell of leaves beginning to fall and gather in damp heaps. I love the smell of the Autumn here and the canal by my studio seems to echo the heavy scent…

What does it mean to heal? I‘ve been pondering this question on holiday as I begin to come back to my body. To relax and let it find its level. It’s new normal. I’ve been writing this post for two weeks on and off. Lost for words. Or just a bit… lost. I have been…

Hello. It’s been a while. I collect things to tell you in my head but there has been so much going on in my heart and so little time to really process the past six months. Learning you have stage 4 cancer, well any cancer, hits you like a truck at full speed and since…

I’ve been playing with book ideas and beginning to write. One a Creative Cancer Companion and the other a series of essays called Seven Songs for Survivors based around songs by powerful woman. I think these may be compatible in the same book but as an ex TV tart I know this is really just…