‘Gently, My Mother’ is a small poem I wrote on a sunny Friday which made me miss my own quite terribly.
We want to hold this space for you.
I wondered if it would be okay, me living alone. Waking up, cooking, watching TV. I was afraid I would be like that man from Up.
So grateful to have been able to breathe easily. Hope this gives you some peace, as well.
Promote growth wherever you can.
When life slips down the hill, Katie and I often turn to each other and ask each other the same question: What is the point? With our feet slipping, trying to stop everything from falling, our arms aching and our bodies covered in mud, we scream WHAT IS THE POINT IN TRYING SO HARD?
A Covid Keeper is something that you have learnt through living in lockdown that you want to take with you as well slowly come out. For example, we want to maintain our daily practice of yoga, embroidery and going for long walks.
My name is Evee. Not Evie or Eve, and in fact I dislike both of those names quite strongly.
We cannot express enough that our blog means the world to us. When we started this page, we just needed an outlet to express our pain and loss. Two years on, we have 4,000 followers across all platforms, and we are completely blown over by it. We cannot thank you enough for all your support.
Who Do You Miss at the Moment?