…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
Too quick to judge
Last week, down a lane near work, I saw a tractor hedge cutting. I cursed to the person I was walking with, growling at the clipping of all the berries, decrying the farmer for taking the birds’ winter food.
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
in the last of the long golden evenings
we shake the tree,
onto falling leaves.
we crouch collecting,
leave powdered white-sweet-mould
leave stoned drinking holes
for drowsy wasps to souse.
cross-legged by piles
the slippery sweet,
pinch the pip
till it bursts,
splits… Read more
Gratitude is a practice
When you wake up
and it is pouring with rain in August
and instead of reaching for your phone you get up, feed the cat, cover up in waterproofs and step outside to walk the same block you have walked for years
when as you walk and the rain taps the hood of your coat, … 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