Singing as the Darkness Lifts
The title of this podcast comes from my love of three things: the sound of birds welcoming the dawn, the feeling of darkness lifting, the moments of joy that make my heart sing. In September 2023 I started my new relationship with mondays. I invite you to come on the journey with me as I find out what the air smells like first thing on a monday morning, and what it feels like when you make a leap to follow a whole new journey of coaching and poetry.
Episodes

Monday Jan 13, 2025
Monday Jan 13, 2025
This is ‘Singing as the Darkness Lifts’ a podcast by me, Sue Finch, where my week starts with finding out what Monday smells like, and I look for the joy that makes my heart sing. Welcome to Episode 69 and my Blog from the 13th JANUARY 2025. This one’s called: PONDERING THE POSSIBLE...

Monday Jan 06, 2025
Monday Jan 06, 2025
This is ‘Singing as the Darkness Lifts’ a podcast by me, Sue Finch, where my week starts with finding out what Monday smells like, and I look for the joy that makes my heart sing. Welcome to Episode 68 and my Blog from the 6th January 2025. This one’s called: READER, I DONNED ‘EM...

Monday Dec 16, 2024
Monday Dec 16, 2024
This is ‘Singing as the Darkness Lifts’ a podcast by me, Sue Finch, where my week starts with finding out what Monday smells like, and I look for the joy that makes my heart sing. Welcome to Episode 67 and my Blog from the 16th December 2024. This one’s called: DONNING THE CHRISTMAS LIGHTS FOR SHENANIGANS...
This morning one star holds fast in the sky as the wind blows in swirls. The moon was full yesterday, and it was Cold Moon. I have my sense of taste and smell back, but this morning I can only determine a slight essence of cold box and those frozen blue slabs that keep the temperature of such things cool.

Monday Dec 09, 2024
Monday Dec 09, 2024
This is ‘Singing as the Darkness Lifts’ a podcast by me, Sue Finch, where my week starts with finding out what Monday smells like, and I look for the joy that makes my heart sing. Welcome to Episode 66 and my Blog from the 9th December 2024. This one’s called: A YELLOW SALT DOUGH STAR.
This morning the air does not smell like the aisle with lots of candles in it at the supermarket, nor does it smell like last night’s paprika in oil casserole starter. And this means that for the first time since starting this blog in September 2023 I cannot report what Monday smells like.

Monday Dec 02, 2024
Monday Dec 02, 2024
This is ‘Singing as the Darkness Lifts’ a podcast by me, Sue Finch, where my week starts with finding out what Monday smells like, and I look for the joy that makes my heart sing. Welcome to Episode 65 and my Blog from the 2nd December 2024. This one’s called: FROM COUCH TO CHRISTMAS LIGHTS IN LESS THAN THIRTY SECONDS...

Monday Nov 25, 2024
Monday Nov 25, 2024
Welcome to Episode 64 and my Blog from the 25th November 2024. This one’s called: PUT THE BACK OF YOUR HAND ON YOUR FOREHEAD AND WIGGLE YOUR FINGERS...
This morning the air is cold and wide. I believe I can smell the woody sap from the myrtle branch that was snapped by the recent heavy snow fall...

Monday Nov 18, 2024
Monday Nov 18, 2024
This is ‘Singing as the Darkness Lifts’ a podcast by me, Sue Finch, where my week starts with finding out what Monday smells like, and I look for the joy that makes my heart sing.
Welcome to Episode 63 and my Blog from the 18th November 2024. This one’s called: A HANDSHAKE FOR A CONVERSATION AND THE ICING ON MY STOLLEN...
This morning the air is cold and the waxing moon is white against blue. I rather wanted there to be a smell of recent rain in the air even though I am a poet who doesn’t like petrichor, but it is clear and fresh this morning.
This is ‘Singing as the Darkness Lifts’ a podcast by me, Sue Finch, where my week starts with finding out what Monday smells like, and I look for the joy that makes my heart sing.
Welcome to Episode 63 and my Blog from the 18th November 2024. This one’s called: A HANDSHAKE FOR A CONVERSATION AND THE ICING ON MY STOLLEN
This morning the air is cold and the waxing moon is white against blue. I rather wanted there to be a smell of recent rain in the air even though I am a poet who doesn’t like petrichor, but it is clear and fresh this morning.
Alt text says this week’s photo is a piece of toast on a plate. I say it is indeed that very thing. I also say it is a piece of toast on a plate in which I saw a face whilst I was deciding whether marmite or marmalade would be the appropriate topping one morning. Perhaps a photograph of the stollen from Stollen and Wolle would have made a more appropriate photo for this week’s blog, but I ate that before thinking to capture its image. It was one of the nicest pieces of stollen I have tasted!

Monday Nov 11, 2024
Monday Nov 11, 2024
This is ‘Singing as the Darkness Lifts’ a podcast by me, Sue Finch, where my week starts with finding out what Monday smells like, and I look for the joy that makes my heart sing.
Welcome to Episode 62 and my Blog from the 11th November 2024. This one’s called: POETRY AND PROSE...
This morning the air carries the essence of brown leaves. They are there mixed in with the wet yellow on the ground while a few are still to fall from their twigs. Some are holding their shape, and others are beginning to fold and soften. As the sun rises it brings orange and purple.

Monday Nov 04, 2024
Monday Nov 04, 2024
This is ‘Singing as the Darkness Lifts’ a podcast by me, Sue Finch, where my week starts with finding out what Monday smells like, and I look for the joy that makes my heart sing.
Welcome to Episode 61 and my Blog from the 4th November 2024. This one’s called: OH MY GOURD
This morning the sky holds the grey fizzle of spent firework stars. There is a stillness to the day and it carries an artificial smell that I cannot quite place.

Monday Oct 28, 2024
Monday Oct 28, 2024
This is ‘Singing as the Darkness Lifts’ a podcast by me, Sue Finch, where my week starts with finding out what Monday smells like, and I look for the joy that makes my heart sing.
Welcome to Episode 60 and my Blog from the 28th October 2024. This one’s called: ONLY TIME 60
Stones. This morning the slightly warm wind carries the scent of seaside stones. I imagine it blew the smell in overnight when the gusts were strong, but it could be the stones on the paths.

Singing as the Darkness Lifts
The title for this blog originated from my love of dawn chorus and early mornings. It also doubles up as a way of noticing what it is that makes a person's heart and soul sing.