Lizzi Lewis's Blog

Seven years seems to have passed in the blink of an eye. Admittedly, an eye frequently closed to the blogging world any more, though part of me still nurtures faint hopes of rejoining in a consistent way, at some point. [That said, as I opened WordPress to publish this piece, I realised my last piece…

I’m stunned. I’ve been stunned for weeks. I hadn’t kept track of time (as one doesn’t, when life is ticking on okay and there’s no need to count the days or weeks any more) and it was an out-of-the-blue message from Kristi at Thankful Me, which alerted me to the shocking news that the Ten…

Worrying, for some (especially over-thinkers like me), has the potential to become a full-time occupation. The brain chunters away below the surface of whatever else is going on in life, taking in the view, and coming up with the worst possible situation at any given moment. On a whim, at the drop of a hat,…

How many introverts does it take to satisfy an extrovert? I suspect the answer is the same as to that riddle about angels dancing on the tip of a pin – as many as can see the point! We get a reputation for being somewhere on the hungry side of insatiable when it comes to…

There are moments in life, which I imagine to be a bit like getting struck by lightning (only less painful, and without all the damage from burns and whatnot (maybe this is a terrible metaphor, but stick with me.)) [I had a beautiful image in my head of how I’d describe the electricity pooling in…

If approximately 70% of the adult human body is water, then I wonder how much is required to lubricate the imagination? I wonder how much liquid is necessary to allow neurons to glide into unexpected constellations, sparking new thoughts, like particles colliding in a nebula, creating chain reactions and eventually, stars.  Science probably can’t tell…

“I’ll be home in five.” It’s the kind of thing we like to say; to know in a very short time we’ll be back in a place of belonging, of safety, of the normal everyday where-we-BE. Lucky us, to have that. Lucky us, not to be sheltering from warfare, or schlepped across countries against our…

You can’t wish a beggar a happy birthday and then do nothing for him. I doubt it’s a rule, morally speaking, but maybe it should be unless he’s clearly already in the middle of a good time. If he’s sat where he always is, wrapped in blankets against the cold, and tells you it’s his…

Something occurred to me the other day, whilst walking*: I’m not un-fall-in-love-able-with. Or un-fall-in-love-with-able. Either will do. The point is, I’m not. Probably. Here’s the thing… The people who have fallen in love with me (and actually told me about it) both behaved reprehensibly towards me at/around the point of revelation. I didn’t invite their…

I am ducking my responsibility Before it comes To telling my grandchildren (For I shall have none) That I am the one who did these things;   I am the one who choked the sea With plastic, wrapped conveniently Around everything I could ever need (And some things I didn’t) To keep them sanitary, clean…