‘…Your one wild and precious life?’
It is a Tuesday and I have cleared my diary so that I can work in the garden with the man who knows trees.
‘It’s 2/2/22’ chirps the fruit and veg man and we both wonder if we will live to see 3/3/33, what difference will 11 years make.
‘Tell me, what is it you … Read more
Time has passed
The damson tree which has my back,
Used to be Zap,
My first and most beloved dog who walked,
through death and childbirth,
Loyally at my feet.
The soaring fir trees were neat eggs of topiary,
The lawn was a productive vegetable bed.
The shelves I clear
As I leave
22 years behind… Read more
Death at our shoulder
Death seems to be having a feeding frenzy this year. David Bowie, Caroline Aherne, Alan Rickman, Muhammad Ali, Prince, Victoria Lane, Ronnie Corbett, Paul Daniels and Terry Wogan to name some. These are the people and names I grew up with. My mum loved Terry Wogan and he was the breakfast time voice, after Jimmy … Read more
Dangerous Old Woman
I’ve just been listening to a podcast about the Dangerous Old Woman on Sounds True By Clarissa Pinkola Estes (CPE).
CPE describes the Dangerous Old Woman as one who goes where she wants, says what she wants and will speak her mind. She is afraid of no-one, follows no rules, but listens to her own … Read more
Another year older…
I turned 47 this year. I can no longer kid myself that I’m only half way through my life…I’m on the home run now.
I’m minded of T S Eliot’s poem Little Gidding which is the last of the Four Quartets:
… Read moreWe shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring