Just get out of the tent, she said.

Memories and minds are turbulent and terribly torturous things, or they’re terrifically tantalising and tenacious. Just a spoonful of alliteration for breakfast, now let’s talk tents. One of my previous posts (Mindful Adventures) introduced some new characters to this adventure story, all of whom are significantly inspirational women who do things because they can, and/or because they feel they must. Whichever your style, or story, it’s what comes out of the experience that needs sharing, because these stories put the fire in the minds of others — young, old, middle-aged, and neither young nor old (depending on which way you’re looking at…

Cartwheeling off the Cliff

A post of two parts, feel free to jump to the end where it’s definitely more positive, but if you love gloom, guts and gore, read on, my friend. As luck would have it, my little friend smashed the same day as my iMac crashed during a bulk design download, and the boiler has been broken for over a week already. After a particularly emotional few weeks, I had to call it quits and sleep it out. Naturally, I anguished that I was giving up, that I was weak for not being able to get up and run, that I…