I have this idea that how I start my day matters, that I don’t stumble or launch into it, but instead lie there for a few moments and notice the touch of the breath, and how my body feels, that I hear the sounds of the house, and the sounds outside. I have this idea…
You know how it is when a footballer scores, the running, and knee slides, and kisses to heaven? That’s me, when your comments come in. …
I’m trying to write. I’m reading the first post of my blog to prove to myself that I did it before, and can do it…
It’s that blue sky again, outside my window. The wall-to-wall blue that I can’t stop looking at. As still and solid and evenly blue as our daughter’s…
Fear passes from man to man Unknowing, As one leaf passes its shudder To another. All at once the whole tree is trembling And there…
