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Continue reading →: Reflection
It began with a cup of tea. I was tired – the storm had kept me up at night. My thoughts came slowly, emerging out of the fog of tiredness. I started writing in my journal and kept writing for as long as I could. Most of it was anxious…
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Continue reading →: Friendship
It begins with laughter. Talking. More laughter. Catching up on life. Then an elegant dance around the kitchen. Everyone finds their places. Sounds of chopping. A metallic orchestra of knives and forks being gathered. A hiss of frying meat followed by the salty fragrance filling the air. Someone opens a…
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Continue reading →: Life
Life I looked up the other day and realised that it was out of control again. Stuff, things, whatever, were everywhere. There wasn’t a clear surface in the place. My usual reaction to this is my usual reaction to everything: Anxiety. Blaming myself. General feeling of failure. This time, though,…
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Continue reading →: Travel
If you asked me, I would deny that I enjoyed travelling. I would tell you that the anxiety is far too much for me. I would swear that I like the comfort of my own bed too much to possibly go anywhere. But somewhere over the last few years, the…
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Continue reading →: Ending
It’s been two weeks in France, and the last few days of that have been in a small Parisian apartment. There has been celebration, illness, laughter, sorrow, games, fantastic friends and, of course, alcohol. Today is the final night of the holiday. I sit here in a state of denial,…
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Continue reading →: Abandon
It was that strange time – between Christmas and New Year. Everything was closed or half open. In a random wander, I found myself staring into the window of a toy shop. Toys and Christmas detritus lay abandoned. Two polar bears lay on their side. It was like the owners…
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Continue reading →: Happy New Year!
Here’s to 2023: a year that I hope is going to be fun, artistic and definitely more than a little silly!
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Continue reading →: Tradition
It’s something we do every Christmas. We pick a nearby town or village and just walk around it. We look at the buildings. We point and say ‘huh look at that’ to each other. We think about the history of the place (there is always a lot of history to…
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Continue reading →: An apology
The place was buzzing when we entered. The smell of roasted vegetables, the chatter of comfortable people, and the warmth from the chill outside were intoxicating. Julie had succumbed to my pleas once again to stop for something hot and caffeinated. We sat at a table and waited. I fiddled…
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Continue reading →: Bad timing
So I caught the flu. Just over two weeks after recovering from COVID. And so the festive period that was supposed to be filled with relaxation and renewal was instead filled with shivering, sweat and an unimaginable amount of tissues. My body forced me to sleep. I didn’t want to,…
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Hello,
I’m Rhi
I’m just a writer trying to live slower and be more observant of my feelings.
I am also a bit silly.
This blog is a mishmash of all that.
Rhi Axtell - Writer 