…I’ve brushed my hair,
tied my shoes,
am just leaning in to shout goodbye to my son when
there, by the back door window I see you.
Brown, gold, white,
three stripes on your tail,
perched high on an upright plank of wood.
You know I am here, watching,
inside while you are out.… Read more
The beauty of walking
I spent some of Thursday and all of Friday last week being paid to walk in the sun. How marvellous is that?
I walked with coaching clients from their place of work around the block of neat cut lawns, then down a lane, high walled with hawthorn and rose hips, red in welcome. Sometimes we … Read more
On Friday I helped a friend move house. Me and at least 12 other people gave the time and energy that we could. It was hot, so hot. We sweated and heaved, scratched our heads at ratchet traps and worked together to safely lift sofas and beds, chairs and wardrobes in and out.
And I … Read more
Sadness is a dark ink which pours, spills onto the page but
Joy is harder to write
it flutters in rainbows of diffuse light, moving, it doesn’t easily land, wants to keep on swirling, spiralling like pollen on the river, like mayflies as they bounce on springs of gossamer in the slow summer evenings.
Joy … Read more
You can never be lonely (with a worm)
I remember years ago, I went for a walk with an old friend.
We met somewhere beautiful.
But I don’t remember much because I was so consumed by the story I was telling him. I remember the story, of heart ache, loneliness. The usual. I remember I went on and on.
Occasionally he would point … Read more
#No mow May
May. Already. How is that possible?
The days are so much longer and the birds are joyous.
Today we had sun and rain and there were pretty little orange-tip butterflies on the Lady’s-smock which is growing in the wilder parts of the garden.
Since the spring of the pandemic I have decided to hand over … Read more