Kidscorner

Sunday, 29 March 2026

How my brain works (and why it matters)

This is the explanation I wish I had years ago.
I used to think something was wrong with the way I learned. Repetition didn’t stick. Instructions got lost. Words disappeared just when I needed them. Conversations moved too fast, and I couldn’t always keep up.

It took me a long time to understand that my brain isn’t broken It just works differently.

I have a combination of learning differences: Dyspraxia, Central Auditory Processing Disorder, Dysnomia, and Aphantasia. Each one affects a different part of how I process the world. But together, they create a very specific way of thinking.

Meaning comes first

My mind works in whole ideas, not in sentences. I don’t naturally build meaning step by step through words. Instead, the meaning is already there and I have to translate it into language. That’s why writing feels natural and speaking can take more time.

Why speaking is harder

When I speak, I have to do several things at once: I process what I hear, organise my thoughts, find the right words and say them in order. All in real time.

Sometimes the words don’t come. Not because I don’t know them but because they don’t arrive when I need them. So, I pause and search. 

Why writing is easier

Writing is different.The idea unfolds naturally, almost like it already exists, and I’m just putting it into words. There is no time pressure. I can pause, shape, and adjust.  Sometimes I scan random text until a word clicks or use a thesaurus.

How I learn

Traditional learning often relies on repetition and step-by-step instruction. That doesn’t work well for me.

What does work is: understanding the concept, connecting it to something I already know and rebuilding it in my own way. To do that I use metaphors, analogies, and patterns “this is like…”  That’s how I create what I call conceptual hooks.

What looks like a weakness… isn’t

Because of the way my brain works, I naturally develop strong pattern recognition, deep conceptual thinking, intuitive understanding and sensitivity to meaning.

I may not always be fast with words, but I am precise with meaning.

A different direction

Most people start with words and build meaning through sentences I start with meaning and move toward words. That’s a different direction.

Why this matters

From the outside, this way of thinking can look like difficulty: pauses in speech, slower responses, missing words

But underneath, there is often: rich understanding, deep connections and a strong sense of meaning.
Understanding this has changed how I see myself. I didn’t fail to learn the “right” way. I learned a different way. And once that is understood, both the challenges and the strengths start to make sense.

This isn’t just my story. There are more people whose minds work like this and who may not yet have the words to explain it.

Slowly I learned to adapt. From that shift, this poem emerged:

 


Garden of freedom

                                                        

She kept on
loving, living, learning
after the world trembled
the ground splitting
beneath her sanctuary

She crossed
the deep blue ache,
emerging from the water                                                  
last droplets
sliding from her skin.

She walked forward
alive
capable,
not by ease,
but by a quiet refusal
to let the world diminish her.

And slowly she shaped
a garden of freedom
wherever her feet fell,
a flower unfurled,
catching her breath
like a blessing,
like sunlight spilling
into a long-shadowed room.

 

Friday, 27 March 2026

Seeds of the hidden heartbeat

The prompt for Poets and Storytellers United is something you feel deeply about

The following poem is inspired by something I feel deeply about; synchronisity and the feeling of being guided.
















Seeds of the hidden heartbeat

A force moved me
rising from the undergrowth of the world.
I followed the nudge,
leaned into its whisper,
I met a path without imprints
soft,
inviting,
yet daunting.

I pulled all strings of courage,
moved forward,
stumbled in the shadow
to test the weight of my bones.

The mysterious offered a hand,
words dropping like crumbs
along my path.

Dreams opened their gates.
Symbols wandered in,
insight brushed my thoughts
like stars passing the night sky.

Books fell into my hands,
their pages talking to me
I felt the pulse of light,
the shadow retreated.

I learned to trust the seeds,
growing into the heartbeat of life,
following the echo of the unseen
as it slowly faded.

The guiding hand released itself,
leaving the glow of its ember.

  

Thursday, 26 March 2026

Like sunlight in a jar

The prompt for What's Going On is Children 




Like Sunlight in a Jar

They carry worlds behind their eyes,
magic reflected in sparkles.
Souls unclouded
by society’s gatekeepers.

Young hearts move in colourful places,
never separating them like adults do.
They gulp the world
like lemonade through straws.

Faces of delight,
running through sprinkles,
grasping bubbles,
dancing, singing.

Enchanted by stories,
captivated by imagination,
holding the secrets
of Little Red Riding Hood.

Their laughter
echoes the joy
buried within us,
like sunlight caught in a jar.


Friday, 20 March 2026

Between two skies


Written for Poets and Storytellers United to the prompt Looking back



Between two skies

Looking back
I crossed lakes and oceans
and found my way to Aotearoa. 

One ending
fed a new beginning
the Dutch part of me
softly blending
into the New Zealand skyline

Above me,
a thousand stars
dot the night
floating in the silver dust
of the Milky Way
Father Sky
and Mother Earth
took me in their embrace 

The colours of mountains
spilled into my days.
Totara and cabbage trees
seemed to bow
as I climbed,
grinding, reaching
toward the rim of life.

I looked down
on a glowing landscape
a symphony of light
shimmering through the mist. 

And there,
in that quiet height
I saw it
the beauty
life had offered me

Friday, 13 March 2026

The world is burning

The prompt for Poets and Storytellers United is The world is burning but.. 
















The World Is Burning

The world is burning
but do not despair.

Know that new currents of consciousness
are slowly changing the water.

So plant your roots deep.
Stay grounded.
We need you:
your laughter,
your gentle care,
your quiet courage,

to trust the shooting stars,
to trust yourself.

Do not cover the sky
with your hands.

Surrender.

Let the fierce wind
tangle itself in your hair.

Unlatch the small door of your heart
and listen
to the words
that fall like snowflakes
and whisper:

Never be afraid.

All you are ever asked to offer
is the love already living
inside you.


Tuesday, 10 March 2026

The quiet guide

 

Godwits Leaving Christchurch for Alaska


The quiet guide

A young Godwit
does not ask the wind for direction.

It rises
following an inner compass
woven into its bones

You too carry such a guide.

You feel truth
You hear it
quiet as a feather
showing you where to place
your next step
through the maze of living
without forcing
the track to bend

Let the storm come
Let the sun return.
Each is an elder
with its own teaching.

Let your breath soften
the stony path.

Shift your weight.

Remember
you owe nothing
to the road beneath you