S is for Sanguine This is the time of the year for optimism. Spring. The season of rejuvenation. When the earth wakes up after days of darkness and cold. Those days of winter when Depression waits to enter the home and warm itself. My garden outside is waking up slowly. Crocuses crept up from beneath…

R is for Rage “Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!“                             Lewis Carroll, Jabberwocky Fury is another of the six basic emotions. Maybe the most primitive one, next to happiness. It certainly is one which I have thought about…

Q is for Quiescent Barrage of ideas rain down to pierce the magic of the day, and the brain drowns in incessant hustle. That’s when the day starts looking like it’s filled with molasses. Mental movement gets slower and slower. And that’s when I know. I know I need time like the bears or badgers.…

P is for Puerile Almost straight white chalk lines beckoned me from the tarred pavement. Squares joined together. I looked around, stole a flat stone from the roadside and flung it into the first square. My legs twitched, wanting to hop along the pattern. “Did you want to play atya-patya with us, aunty?” Aunty. I…