Happy Easter

Happy Easter everyone!

Oh, and WordPress tells me that today is my 3 year blogging anniversary, so happy anniversary to me! 🙂

I’m looking forward to a day of eating and relaxing with my family. This adorable photograph is an old one of Alex’s, which I turned into a greeting card last year for Easter.

Hope you’re all enjoying the bank holiday!


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© image by Alex Hughes, 2012

New beginnings



I’m sorry for the prolonged absence.

The past few months have been a whirlwind. Really. Almost too much. It’s true what they say it never rains but it pours. As the swollen Thames threatens to burst its banks with the recent heavy rains, we too feel the strain and stress of taking on too much. The Christmas break was sorely needed.

But, we have a new home. It is beautiful, and it is home (can I say that again?). Home. Seven years, longer even, in a distant shadow of our dreams we held it – or we tried to – but it refused to settle. It was always “one day….”

And now we have an “ours”, a “here and now”. We have walls. How delicious are blank walls? To paint, to hang things from, to do whatever. I love walls. Solid walls.

This is the house before we moved in: a blank canvas for the cracked fragments of our mosaic lives to find form. It was a sunny October day and I was exploring the way the light played with the surfaces.

I think, also, that this was the calm before the storm (I didn’t take any pictures of the storm).

Things are fine now; establishing, settling. We’re taking root, and I’ll be back properly in the New Year. I have missed you all and I’ve really missed blogging.

Best wishes for an exciting and creative 2013 to everyone!

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© images and content Emily Hughes and searchingtosee, 2012

They put the books behind bars

They put the books behind bars
Locked them away
Metal branding paper
Sentences seared
Words scattered
Stories silenced

I press my nose right up close
Breathe in the dank musty scent
Watch pages curl and unfurl
Words swim before my eyes
Typeface tears roll down my cheeks
Stinging in the wind

I step back
My focus returns
But still I cannot read
Words have become meaningless
Snapshots in time

I inhale deeply
Fill my gasping lungs with air
Watch the words expand, take form
I beckon them to follow me
Whispering their nameless names
To no-one

We’ll find a shrouded place
Shrug off our covers
Set our weary bodies free
Write our own rules
Dance in the hazy dawn
Sleep soundly under milk-infused moonlight

© Emily Hughes and searchingtosee, 2012

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