Category Archives: Creative Writing

Claire Sully Running Story

Running through grief and matters of the heart

My running story begins in January 2017, when I wasn’t well.  Being unwell was only apparent to those close to me.   I still functioned: on the outside I appeared to be me, my professional self, my social self. Inside I was broken.  My father had died only weeks earlier, while a long-term close friendship had fractured, enflamed with all-consuming hurt.  It felt like the foundations beneath me had shifted, like tectonic plates, along fault lines.  I fell apart, reeling from an emotional Read more [...]
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Getting ready to speak up, just not about weight!

I’m getting ready for my talk at WriteUp! SpeakUp! at this year’s Wells Festival of Literature.  I will be speaking about my experiences of running. Not running per se, more around the extraordinary mind shift that being physically active can produce. Often people are drawn to exercise because they wish to lose weight, rather than solely seeking a positive mental effect – which is the angle I'm coming from.  I’ve experienced a different correlation between exercising, body shape and the Read more [...]
Running through GRIEF and matters of the HEART

Running through GRIEF and matters of the HEART

Today I ran 5K in 28.33, my fastest time ever at parkrun in Shepton Mallet - yay! This journey started at 40.32 (for 5K at parkrun) precisely a year ago when deep in grief from losing a parent, along with something I loved/trusted disintegrating and impossible to recover due to exposed mistrust. I felt ill, physically and mentally distraught. I found a way through it with one foot in front of the other, a step at a time. When I started I could barely put one foot in front of the other mind you, so very stiff from 40 odd years of no consistent exercise! Read more [...]
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A volunteer revolution – an unsung hero of the UK economy

“My prediction is that 2017 might just be the year of micro-volunteering and data donation, with cheap technologies allowing everyone to volunteer from home for short and sweet periods of time, no matter how much time they have to give.”  NESTA Around one in three of us volunteers in the UK.  This ratio could be even higher if you include informal (and unrecorded) volunteering.  Those acts involving our time, skills, expertise or just our sheer enthusiasm aren’t always measured.  We Read more [...]
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Dyslexia – a disability or a unique learning ability?

In a highly personal article written for the Sunday Times, Richard Branson calls for a rethink on how we support dyslexic children in our education system.  Branson recalls his experience of being dyslexic and "dropping out" at 16 with a profound sense of being failed by a rigid, box-ticking education system that he believes treats dyslexia as a disability. Branson - the billionaire entrepreneur -  points out that Albert Einstein, Henry Ford and Steve Jobs are all thought to have been dyslexic, Read more [...]
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A Letter to Dad

Dad The stag returned, this time he brought his season’s companion, he looked towards where you lay (during your last days), then startled by us noticing, he turned away, vanishing behind hedgerows. From your window’s view rabbits seemed subdued, munching under-growth. Under clear glass skies, shafts of light cut through resting upon Westfield. “The good man is the friend of all living things”, you were tuned to nature’s beat.  We grew up around your open heart, an owl under your Read more [...]
Balloons in the sky, never forgotten

For Croscombe Primary School, in memory of our special friend Lydia on her birthday May 27th, 2016.

Special friends are warm like sunshine Special friends play together, even if the rain wont stop Special friends do hide and seek Special friends forever in our hearts Special friends are a twinkle twinkle little star Special friends play together, even when the skies are dark Special friends when we tag and chase Special friends forever in our hearts Read more [...]
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Staring into the face of grief

Waking to a BBC news alert - presented as an almost triumphant musical signature on my mobile ,  I learnt, like so many others, that David Bowie had died. This was shocking. Many of us had his smiling face imprinted on our minds because of a photo posted on social media of him celebrating his 69th birthday just a day or so before his death was announced.   He looked fine, handsome, characteristically debonair. The internet lit up with Bowie from then on – the visionary starman – who gazed Read more [...]