Rosie Mapplebeck « Rosiestories

2019 year review

I wrote no newsletter last year as what was happening was hard to bear, impossible to share

It’s taken another year’s reflection to process and begin to understand: I was short of the words, disorders, understanding and of the knowledge…………

Home is now me, one old cat, one new pup

Alan left a year […]

I wrote this piece to share my experience of recovery from a serious stroke and to encourage others not to give up! Looking wider for ideas to heal when your brain is mush may be tricky but its worth it, the rewards are huge, physically, emotionally and […]

Rain falls softly on the newly dug earth

This episode took soooo much effort to publish as it was hard to write and sad to re-read. Every story has to have an ending though, or does it?

Read on, right through the end:

Rain falls softly on the newly-dug earth

This was the hardest of Tiddler’s’ tales to write. You may have sensed […]

Malaga, in search of winter sun 2

The Alhambra from the old moorish walls of the Albaicin

Malaga’s bus station is the size of Buchanan Street’s in Glasgow and as busy. Their cakes are bus station quality: look nicer than than they taste. The café con lêche however was welcome and my bus departed on time. People seemed to just […]

Malaga: in search of winter sun 1

Ice gathers as we head north

I am gazing out of a Boeing 737 window, punctuated with ice crystals, gazing over the clouds which the sun is highlighting, aware from the sun’s angle that setting point will soon be reached. Yes we are literally flying into the sunset. I feel such a sense […]

Happy New year one and all

The clock ticks us into 2017

Mum has gone mad. Its way past her bed-time, Jimi cat has been telling her to get upstairs for ages and she is prancing round my kitchen doing something she calls a Kylie. I think thats what she said. It seems to involve a lot of twirling […]

Sunrise salutations

The unexpected delights of the moment

At this time of peak darkness as we move towards the Winter solstice, I came cross this poem I had written about dark times and moving to working with the light. Some years ago, as part of attuning myself to the natural world I did daily sun […]

rhythm, rhyme and reason

I love to write. It drives me mad at times: my dyslexia gets in the way and the letters muddle furiously, words interchange and confuse me. Yesterday I was through Glasgow Central station and read ‘Changing toilets, inaccessible places’

No, it wasn’t mean to be read like that, my brain was running away with words […]

a splutter of sparrows

Speugs

You fall like clouds for you are many,

you rise like dustbowls offered to the wind.

Dawn fills with your eager chatty clatter,

bringing to the world your scores of weans.

They beg with open mouths and shimmering wingtips,

shadow their fathers to a source of seed.

And as the feeder […]

Cordial intentions

Gorgeous gluts can be preserved for dark winter nights

Whatever anyone says about this season, it has been exceptionally good (in our garden anyway) for raspberries. Canes drape over our beehives, lurk under apple trees, pop out from shrubs and thickets and the fruit is so good. Towards the end of […]

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