Talk about pathetic fallacy, this weather that’s changing with my mood. These torrents of rain come out of nowhere and stop. Sporadic bursts of sunshine are filtered by harmless clouds. It’s changing in an instant. June really is a mood. I’ve been particularly uninspired as of late. Looking at the rain out of the window … Continue reading A Raindrop Moment – Uninspired
In January 2018, well perhaps in the December of the year before, I decided I would keep a journal. You may laugh and roll your eyes and think yes, well, don't we all. You may think that it's the resolution of a twelve year old (and one I did indeed make at that age). This … Continue reading A year in thirty three pages.
Here we are, sparkling humans, on Bonfire night, as the eleventh month of the year begins. This is a month filled to the brim with 'to-do' list, things to read, places to be, deadlines looming and pressure among pressures galore; so it seems. November is the storm, I believe, the one that succeeds that proverbial … Continue reading A November of Noise
Happy autumnal equinox! This day of half dark and half light, this day of half day and half night, this day of the whole of you. Through generations and through faiths and religions, this day of halves making wholes has been celebrated. It is the turning of a wheel and both a closing and opening … Continue reading Half Dark and Half Light
There is a kind of space that appears before you, it rolls away endlessly and trips off the end of every mother tongue. It is a vast expanse of fullness and emptiness and it is purely there. It runs away with your eyes until you can follow it no more, and it sits stead fast … Continue reading Expansion Across Spaces
Children are wonderful, aren't they? These wonderful, tiny little watching humans. Imagine that state of peace, being a child with no knowledge of anything other than the world is big and you are small, but ants are smaller so that's fine. An incredibly incorrect statement of course, aside from the fact that ants are smaller … Continue reading with the certainty of a five year old
Sometimes it's hard to know what to write. In fact, having written that, I don't think I ever really know what I'm about to write. Sure, I have an idea or a phrase that I think I'll expand on, but I never really know. These posts never turn out the way I think they will. … Continue reading A Rearrangement of Letters