Expressive and Emotional word content… poetic justice… my thoughts are perceptive, occasionally subjective but always dimensional. My career lies in psychology and my mind lies in philosophy. To question and ponder is to reflect. I am both reflective and directive. I never walk with caution as our steps need their footprints. I love this journey we call life.

Happy Birthday and welcome to the beginning years! 

My little tortoise is 1 today! A whole year of crazy, a year of chaos, a year of laughter and a year of undeniable, breathtaking love!

There is nothing as magical as the love we have for our children. I have accomplished a lot of things in my life. I have studied and have degrees, I drive a nice car, I enjoy a good life style. None of that matters when I look at my boys. They are my biggest accomplishment and my biggest rewards! ❤️


Hell hath no fury…or any tonsils

I am ill. Poorly ill, not ill in the head, or insane. I have tonsilitis but have no tonsils, so have ‘itis’of something. Regardless of this, I feel rough and have remained in my night wear all day. I am officialy on a self woe day, and have spent the day in mindful thought and over analysis.

So as I have sat here, tonsil -less may i add, I have been thinking of the crazy thing we call Life. I am fairly ambitious and have always strived for the next step in my planned quest, whatever this may be. I set myself small goals, take tiny bites out of the cookie, keep nibbling, until I have destroyed that entire sweetened quest. Then I simply take out another, and start all over again. A psychologist would have loads of fun analysing my personality and cognitions in comparison to food, especially the sweet and naughty kind 😀

So back to the cookie, I find the psychological idea of small chunks enables a thorough fool-proof plan in reaching the end goal. I am impulsive, and often attempt to take larger bites, but have learnt that often this leads to disappointment or a crucial step may have been missed. Overall my process works, and I have this to thank for my own career and life achievements.

Well now we come to the ingredient part. What do we do if, after a bite, you realise theres a huge raisin poisoning that sweet taste?! Yes this happens. We make a plan and continue on our merry way and then somebody comes along and leaves someting in the way for you to trip on and fall flat on your face. See the metaphor? Raisin? Annoying person or barrier?! How do we deal with this you may ask.

Unfortunately this ruins the whole experience. We have a firm choice to make, we can decide to throw the whole cookie away and sacrifice the whole biscuit, or we can nibble around it and make a new path. The latter also allows us to continue to enjoy our treat but also still reach the goal….win win.

In reality this is hard. Of course, the cookie is simply a plan, and the raisin can be many things. A person, a restraint, a problem, a distraction. It is not always as easy as working around something, confronting, changing, especially if that something is determined to ruin your plan. Sometimes the solution is like a smack in the face, or in my current case, a pain in the throat! It may hurt, it may be uncomfortable, but surely its worth it for further clarity and success.

In my own experience, I find that the poisonous raisin can inbed itself anywhere and the bitter taste certainly does have its own unique flavour, one we remember well. I have faced changes, unexpected and unfortunately these have affected my own plans. I have experienced hostile colleagues, jealousy, competitive, challenging. I am sure we all have. It is a difficult situation. Confrontation is not desirable but neither is sacrifice. Sometimes careful diplomacy is required. Our own subject matter becomes paramount in our next steps. We crave the sweet chocolate chip but instead sink our teeth into that shrivelled dried rubbery texture. We cant change it. We can only change how we see it.

Instead of viewing it as a barrier, we need to view it as a curve ball. Our change in perception enables us to create new routes and make bigger progress. The raisin becomes simply a mini trampoline, helping us bounce onto the next venture by giving us a forward push – a rush of determination. That jealous colleague, that change, that growing challenge? Use it to your advantage. Turn it around. Nobody expects that and negativity really turns into positivity.

After all hell have no fury like an ambitious and determined lady…..

Crown of strength and diligence 

Givers and Takers and the continous cogs…

I honestly believed that there are different breeds of people in the world. Some motivated by love, honour, respect. Others stimulated by admiration, popularity, success and gratification. Then there are simply those who remain aloof to the processes, and remain absent from the psychological demeanor which presents itself at every corner.

As I watch the world slowly moving around, I become further intrigued by the cogs which move within it….


We are complicated and diverse. We remain stubborn and fixated. We are hard to move, even harder to turn.

Yet we can turn very easily, and we will move…if it suits us.

Are we simply out for ourselves? Is it possible for individuals to be selfless and not consider a gain with each personal action?

Do we appreciate the gestures of others, or do we expect them? Is this a personality flaw or simply a trait which we deny.

It is a complex paradox. How can we differentiate between people who give freely and those who clutch their worth tighter to their chests? Is this the comparable ‘givers’ and ‘takers’? Or is this in fact reality stripped bare.

I value myself as honest, hardworking and compassionate. As do we all. However, if I feel like I’m always giving and not receiving equally, then why does this infuriate me? Why does it infuriate you? Because we EXPECT a return on our time and effort.

The truth is, we do not give it freely and often we come to a ‘check mate’.

Expectation breeds expectation. Those who give begin to want to take. The little voice whispers ‘but it is only fair’…

Yes. A mutual investment is the answer, but the interest rate forever remains variable.

The cycle keeps going on.

The mind of a deep thinker…or complete rubbish…it is all down to interpretation and perception…


Hazy, though somewhat clear,
I wander,
Deep into my own being,
non faltering,
I hide,
Embracing my core

Safety, I seek fresh Solitude,
Pure freedom,
Expressive devour,
I watch quiet,
My own being,
Aware I become

Building, I grow ever stronger,
Inner prowling,
Morphing into my entirety,
I reach deeper,
I become,
The creation I own.

The mind of a deep thinker…or complete rubbish…it is all down to interpretation and perception…

Complete me

Hold me when I’m falling,
Cushion my landing,
Wipe my leaking tears,
Stroke me,
Stand strong by my side.

Quieten my beating heart beat,
Soothe my aching,
Hold my body tightly,
Make me feel safe.

Quench my growing thirst,
Feed my hunger,
Devour me,
Tame my inner tiger,
Fulfill my deepest desire.

The mind of a deep thinker…or complete rubbish…it is all down to interpretation and perception…

Fairies, imagination and tending to your own lawn!

Often we live within our minds, we follow our dreams, beliefs, wishes, and fail to realise the reality which we dwell.

The promise of magic, fairy dust, talking animals, and enchanted forests, stimulate our childlike senses, and offer us escapism from the mundane tasks of the day. Dreams are indeed essential for personal motivation and to instil a sense of worth around us. However, sometimes the dreams take us away from the importance of reality. We fail to see the real as we are looking only for the perceived magic.A fairy can inspire a grown person to reattach to their inner child, as an imagination can envision and develop ones personal scope. The real deal is the realisation that the magic we seek actually stands In front of us in the form of our loved ones. We do not need to dig into our imagination to find this. There really is no greener grass than the grass you are tending. 
Only with this realisation do the fairies and mystical beings actually come alive inspired by love, not by wishful thinking ❤️

Inspired by Louis Honca Art