Jenny’s Notebook
Tears of Memories
Sometimes playing with a simple memory can open up doorways within. Fear not these doorways, for there is often magic to be found if only we have the courage to look.
I had a simple thought when I saw a lonely tea cup on a table. This thought led to the story that follows.
In hospital again
Will I ever again find the energy to slip things into gear?
My heart sinks but only a week ago I was watching the sun rise stretch across the sea.
Why I wrote My Struggle
I look at people around me every where, l see their power their strength and l know….
Sunrise in Darkness Conversation
Here you will find Jenny’s ponderings about her poem Sunrise in Darkness
