Voting With Hope


“Money, pardon the expression, is like manure. It’s not worth a thing unless it’s spread around, encouraging young things to grow.”  – Mrs. Dolly Levy, ‘Hello Dolly’

If you haven’t already voted, you’ve got until 10pm tonight. As George Monbiot said in his Guardian column yesterday, “The world belongs to those who turn up… That unfamiliar, tingling sensation that’s been troubling you of late? It’s called hope. Don’t let them take it away from you.”





Power to the #MillionsMissing


Today is International ME Awareness Day. M.E. stands for Myalgic Encephalomyelitis, defined by the World Health Organisation as a neurological disease. You may have heard it called Chronic Fatigue Syndrome or CFS. This debilitating condition affects millions of people worldwide, and about 25% of these are severely affected – profoundly disabled, housebound or bedbound, and living with constant pain and exhaustion. Some are so ill, they are fighting for their lives. In spite of this, research into ME is chronically under-funded, and sufferers encounter disbelief, ignorance and hostility, even from doctors. This is why your awareness and understanding matter so much. Please take any time you can spare to check out these links:

If you’ve got one minute, have a look at this colourful and powerful collaborative artwork on Facebook, the numbers representing the years the artists have been ill – Missing Years

If you’ve got five minutes:

If you have 20 minutes, please watch this inspiring TED talk by film-maker and activist Jen Brea, now watched by over a million people – What happens when you have a disease doctors can’t diagnose. Her debut documentary ‘Unrest’ premiered at the Sundance Film Festival earlier this year. There’s also an article about her here.

Finally, if you’ve got an hour and a half, spend it watching Julie Walters and Jim Broadbent at their best in ‘Wide-Eyed and Legless’ , a moving and surprisingly funny TV play, based on the true story of a woman with ME.

Oh, and if you’ve got money burning a hole in your pocket, please donate to one of the many brilliant support organisations and research projects. I have suggested some at the bottom of this post. But the point of my post today is awareness. Just by reading this, and knowing just a little bit more, you are helping ME sufferers chip away at a wall of ignorance and prejudice. If you know someone with ME, you will probably make their day by saying you read one of the above articles or watched the TED talk. Thank you so much for your time.

Today’s artwork is my first crack at Bob and Roberta Smith-style protest art. It’s a tribute to all the people with ME who are protesting and campaigning today, either on the streets or from their beds via social media. To find out more about the #MillionsMissing campaign, check out #ME Action. Why ‘Power to the Patients’? Because ME patients have been excluded from decisions about the treatment and research of their own disease, particularly in the UK, and with terrible consequences such as long-lasting damage from recommended ‘therapies’. It’s not acceptable in the 21st century.

Further reading:

The reality of severe ME

The role of sexism in the neglect of ME – ‘The toxic legacy of McEvedy and Beard’

Why current treatments harm patients

If you want to make a donation, TYMES Trust is a small UK charity supporting children with ME. The ME Association provides vital support and information to patients and doctors in the UK, and funds research. If you read the Washington Post article above, then you read about the ground-breaking Open Medicine Foundation at Stanford University. There’s also the aforementioned #ME Action, responsible for the game-changing #MillionsMissing protests.

Thank you for reading. If you have ME or are otherwise chronically ill, I hope today is a good day.

The Peace of Wild Things

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When despair for the world grows in me

and I wake in the night at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,

I go and lie down where the wood drake

rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethought

of grief. I come into the presence of still water.

And I feel above me the day-blind stars

waiting with their light. For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Wendell Berry

I’m not sure the small woodland around the corner from my house is the kind of wilderness described in this beautiful poem, but when I take a walk through it, and hear the April birdsong, I feel as though I briefly escape the troubles of the world and ‘come into the peace of wild things’.



Today, protesters are leaving empty shoes in public spaces in cities across the world to raise awareness of the debilitating illness M.E. The shoes represent the #MillionsMissing.

Millions of people worldwide, missing from the lives they want to live.

Millions of pounds/dollars/euros, missing from serious, rigorous biomedical research.

To find out more please visit or

Or look out for empty pairs of shoes in your city, and say hi to the protesters!




Art journal page using coloured ink, wax crayon, biro, watercolour pencil, and words from ‘Sometimes’ by Sheenagh Pugh. My mum’s had this poem pinned up at home for about 20 years, but it never stops feeling relevant, and hopeful. Every time it says “man”, feel free to add “or woman”, if that’s what’s happening in your part of the world!

Hello September

Autumn days

Sketchbook page inspired by the approach of my favourite season. A favourite song from my school days, ‘Autumn Days’ by Estelle White, has been playing on a loop in my head this week. Some of the lyrics are so evocative that I can’t resist including it here:

Autumn days when the grass is jewelled
And the silk inside a chestnut shell.
Jetplanes meeting in the air to be refuelled.
All these thing I love so well

So I mustn’t forget
No, I mustn’t forget.
To say a great big
Thank You
I mustn’t forget

Clouds that look like familiar faces
And the winters moon with frosted rings.
Smell of bacon as I fasten up my laces
And the song the milkman sings

So I mustn’t forget
No, I mustn’t forget.
To say a great big
Thank You
I mustn’t forget

Whipped-up spray that is rainbow-scattered
And a swallow curving in the sky
Shoes so comfy though they’re worn out and they’re battered
And the taste of apple pie.

So I mustn’t forget
No, I mustn’t forget
To say a great big thank you
I mustn’t forget.

Scent of gardens when the rain’s been falling
And a minnow darting down a stream
Picked-up engine that’s been stuttering and stalling
And a win for my home team.

So I mustn’t forget
No, I mustn’t forget
To say a great big thank you
I mustn’t forget.

Page created using Seawhite ink and Derwent Watercolour and Inktense pencils. Wasn’t sure about the Inktense when I first got them, but now I like using them alongside watercolour pencils to create stronger outlines.

Happy Autumn!

Reach out

World quote page

“The world is not respectable, it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded for ever, but it is shot through with beauty, with love, with glints of courage and laughter.”  – George Santayana

Sketchbook page, watercolour and coloured pencil with collaged text.


Knowledge is Power


“How many a man has dated a new era in his life from the reading of a book.”

                                                                                                                   Henry David Thoreau

Mixed-media sketchbook page incorporating titles of the books I think have most shaped my outlook. Inevitably, as soon as I’d finished it I remembered two more books which were important to me: E M Forster’s A Room with a View, which sparked my (distance) love affair with Italy; and Lolly Willowes by Sylvia Townsend Warner, which I read after seeing it on a list of novels about happy single women (yes, it was a short list). Which books have changed your life?