Author Archives: DK Green (aka DKLeather)

Today I’m feeling slow, quiet. Less words, gentle thoughts, kindness and compassion for myself. Finding words to write isn’t as easy as usual. I feel like a paradoxical version of a new-born lamb, stumbling softly with uncertain eyes, and an … Continue reading →

That’s definitely the feeling here for me today. Confused, foggy, not my usual focussed self. Well, to be fair, I’m utterly focused on one thing (care for another during crisis), which leaves little room for my own mind, brain, thoughts … Continue reading →

Breathe deep, be with your body. Pay attention to it, hold it, feel into it, what aches, what hurts, and learn what feels good. Flex and stretch it, roll and sensualise it, touch and love it. Don’t shy away from … Continue reading →

I’ve been wrapped in an uncomfortable cocoon through the depths of Winter. Unhealthy, unwell, still very much in recovery from the Spring of 2020, with post viral fatigue still eviscerating my ability to function other than work, rest, sleep. I … Continue reading →

I’m feeling silly amounts of sad today. Mostly, we’ve coped pretty well with the pandemic, with a few sad or frustrating times just like everyone. Our garden is a godsend. Our work continues online, so income hasn’t unduly suffered. The … Continue reading →

What is this strange beast that trickles so many memories into my body? It’s a remembering, nothing new, nothing strange… but time has tricked me, fooled me into thinking that it’s gone. It’s never been gone, it didn’t die, didn’t … Continue reading →

(a piece I wrote with Wild Write Wednesdays; a writers group on Facebook) There is a certain gift, that a real sense of fear of one’s own mortality, brings. Now bear in mind I have no fear of death itself; … Continue reading →

(a piece I wrote with Wild Write Wednesdays; a writers group on Facebook) I wrap the blanket of this group of delicious beings around me, warm, safe, held… and I come alive. My body radiates, wide open, drawing on all … Continue reading →

I’ve had a hankering to journal again. And um no Facebook. Lol I don’t want it to be all moaning, but I’m afraid it’ll start with one. Well, that’s why I need to journal I guess. My recovery from covid-19 … Continue reading →

(a piece I wrote with Wild Write Wednesdays; a writers group on Facebook) Warning; it’s very personal, and may contain ‘health’ triggers for some. When I close my eyes and feel into my body, I feel coiled, curled up, almost … Continue reading →