for the love of words


I love words. I love the craftsmanship of a well-told story, the beauty of a well-formed sentence and the weight of a word standing on its own with its variety of meanings.

I am a linguist, I love to study, examine and break down words. I am a poet, I love playing with words. And I am also a language student, I would love to be able to do both of the above in any language you could throw at me!

I love how words can be fun, how they be serious, how they can cut through, how they can inspire. I believe in the power of words.

So today I am starting a new series called “Word Play” where I am going to share one of my favourite words.

I am just going to present the word, and its definition simply not going into any detail as to why I chose it. That way, you can then take the the word, and just have a play!

Today’s offering was inspired by a little conversation with Miss Em from Teacups Too. This is one of my favourite words and I was so thrilled that she used it.

So without further ado here is the first edition of “Word Play”.

Oodles: a superabundance of anything; a mass of things; a heap; a great quantity.

I love it, isn’t it fabulous. Hope you have oodles of fun with words today!



house or home

I have a love-hate relationship with home shows and home magazines. I love to be inspired by people’s creativity and the artistic expression of their own personality, but I don’t want to be drawn into the trap of buying things because they are just so “now”. This meant that for a long time I swung to far to the “do nothing” side of things with my home decoration, but now I love to seek out things that are an expression of me and my family, and that create the space that we need. This is different for every family but for us it needs to be peaceful, welcoming and comfortable.

I recently helped my sister move house. She has moved a lot closer which is wonderful, and due to a number of trying circumstances she needed a good deal of assistance over moving weekend.

I love my sister’s sense of style, it is quirky and eclectic with lots of colour and a generous helping of fun and cheeky kitsch. While my house is more muted tones and my sense of style is different, I always feel happy to go to her place, not just for the company, somehow the decor cheers me too.

So it was very interesting to be involved in the deconstructing of her old home, and see it once more become just a house. Clinical and impersonal, devoid of the touches of life, and the colour that made it into a home. And conversely to experience the creation of a new home, from a blank canvas, to watch her things and her family fill the new space, and suddenly it gained that little something it was lacking, colour, life and vibrancy. Even though there are still boxes to unpack and rooms not yet arranged, it went in the space of that weekend from house to home.

It was a sobering reminder to me that home is about your people, it is about your expression of who you are as a family, and it becomes a place to welcome others.

house home




know thyself


Between the ages of twenty and forty we are engaged in the process of discovering who we are, which involves learning the difference between accidental limitations which it is our duty to outgrow and the necessary limitations of our nature beyond which we cannot trespass with impunity.

I love the quote above  from W H Auden.

Maybe it is because Mr just turned 40, and maybe it is because I’m next? (Technically I say he is a year older than me, but in reality it’s 6 months!)

But I do feel like I have been going through a process of discovery and acceptance.

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I’ve been away.

Consciously, deliberately, as a circuit breaker.

Firstly from social media. I found there were things being shared that I just couldn’t handle. I know myself, I know my limits, and it just wasn’t worth checking, so I didn’t.

I have been away.

Consciously, deliberately, for celebration.

Mr has just had a very significant birthday. And my naturally introvert husband chose to spend time with me, then our little family, and then the extended family. We have had a week of celebration. A week of connection, a week of creating memories and remembering where we have come from.

I have been away, and it has been absolutely wonderful.

And now I feel strong enough, and refreshed enough to come back.

So for those of you that were looking for my posts, I’m sorry but I just had to take a break.

What about you, where do you need to take a break?

And the even more important question “why do you need to take a break?”

Sometimes getting away can be the very best thing, sometimes it is just the thing to give you the strength to come back.

feeling refreshed,


Take a break

I have just got back from my silent retreat. From Friday night until Sunday morning we were silent.

No talking, nothing. I spent the weekend with a group of people who did not talk.

And it was a wonderful break.

time and silence

But although it was a break from talking, it was also a break from other things too.

It was a break from social media. A break from email. A break from making polite conversation. A break from cooking, cleaning and being responsible for others.

But it is not normal life.

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capacity and how it looks half way there

It is July, we are over halfway through the year, and I figure it is as good a time as any to see how my word for the year is travelling. What have I learned? How has it developed? Where do I still need to grow?

So in no particular order here are some thoughts on ‘capacity‘ my word for the year:

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