am i going mad?

Why is it, when I argue with you in my head, you still won’t listen?


autumn ongoing

fallen autumn leaves

give daylight an amber hue-

illusion of warmth


Apologies for massive picture. This is the view from one of my windows – autumn has kicked in in full now and Scotland is a great place to be. I shall be taking a small road trip next week to Pitlochry, where the autumn scenery is even more incredible.

I wrote this…


Please welcome guest blogger Suzie Blue

I recently bought a digital e-book reader (this didn’t involve a contract for my eternal soul, as some believe). I generally like my books like I like my music – in tangible format – but the digital age brings a convenient freedom, and there’s a huge range of free e-books available to the connected avid reader.  I’ve been working my way through some selected classics that I probably wouldn’t have otherwise read, most recently Bram Stoker’s 1897 horror, Dracula.

I was first introduced to the vampire myth by Francis Ford Coppola’s 1992 adaptation of Dracula, followed by Buffy the Vampire Slayer (the TV series, not the 80s film..) and the novels of Anne Rice. When I found the freebie digital version of the vampire tale that inspired them all, I had to read for myself about where it all began.

Most cultures have their own…

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Lies we tell ourselves

stem from what others tell us,

but they’re not to blame

For a long time now I’ve been thinking that certain people I know are totally narcissistic. But actually I think everybody is – a bit. We all have the frightening ability to see and hear what we wish to see and hear, or at least whichever version of reality that absolves us of all blame or responsibility. I can’t make peace with a situation until I can place myself in it completely honestly, and either accept the blame or realise I’m not to blame. This isn’t easy or even always possible though.

Narcissus could only see himself. Narcissistic people can only see others through their own reflection. I think it’s important to be able to slip out of your own skin and flip a situation on its head. Unfortunately some people aren’t able to do that at all, but we should all try.



Human creations,

so like nature’s own. Copies.

We’re just animals.


When I was 13, I joined a church group. I had so many questions about the world and about religion, and I really wanted to be part of something – to belong. That experience is probably  why I’m now so open about the fact that I consider myself non-religious. I don’t think there are many things that any religion can offer me that I can’t get elsewhere, and I’m uncomfortable with the idea of blind faith. And needless to say, many of my questions about religion went unanswered by the Baptist Christian church group.

I remember sititng in a service listening to some particularly funky young members doing some numbers on an acoustice guitar. I was so moved by what I heard that I actually had to blink back tears. The church provided the perfect acoustics to really make the guitar sing, however afterwards it was put to me that I had been moved by the Lord’s presence. No. I was moved by the music itself – by the reverberations that echoed inside my very soul, it seemed. Music is a wonderful thing, it can uplift, heal, it can make you feel whatever it chooses. This is the power of intelligent communication, common to all living thinking beings. Nature is mysterious and all-encompassing, and shouldn’t be belittled by supernatural beliefs. We are but natural beings, and should take our place amongst the rest with gratitude.


a lone bird singing

amidst the city noises

its beauty, fragile.



I really need to get a new phone with a camera, instead of my emergency phone. I keep seeing images that I really want to capture – like the wee tiny bird sitting on top of a fence protecting some construction workers from the busy road in Glasgow city centre the other day. It kept on singing even though the drills were drowning it out. I seemed to be the only one to notice it.

Silver Hearts

Marks and Spencer Puffed <em>Heart Drop Earrings</em> Black/<em>Silver</em>,Light Sand


hearts, perfectly matched

bought so long ago it seems

in happier times


I’ve taken to wearing the earrings in the picture almost every day – I bought them last year on the only holiday I ever had with an ex-boyfriend. Tonight I was sitting with my haiku notebook out, writing with my right hand and playing with one of the earrings with my left hand. They provide some comfort and nice memories. I ❤ trinkets.