Seeds. Sunday morning. Sanding down the edges until we fit. There should be a lot to say. The sun peeped out, peering through the clouds. Birds are chattering – I think it is because I see the squirrel is acrobatically dangling from the tree branch and blocking all other access to bird seed. It’s a … Continue reading Seeds
I slipped on black ice over two weeks ago now. It’s been alternately frightening and boring. It’s frustrating when you can’t move around. Something to remember when you see someone limping, or not fully abled. Nothing broken as it turns out, but while I am beginning to walk again, it’s clear it will be a … Continue reading Listening for the Silence
I have always loved railway stations. Trains. Even when I was scared as a child, scared of the large locomotives that loomed up over the platform, with only tiny metal steps to climb up to a puffing and heaving thing, threatening to leave at any moment, it was a fear mixed with excitement. An anxiety … Continue reading True Projection
I just saw a short piece on TikTok – well, they are all short, right. That’s the idea. Minimal interaction and commitment. On to the next person trying to create a brand. But I digress. A piece by a funny person who jokes – but aren’t all jokes serious? I think Freud said that but … Continue reading Lollipops and Brutal Honesty
The difference between wanting to go and having to leave. Many conflicting undercurrents at this anxious, dangerous time. Is it too much to say that watching the events of the world, we can’t help but think about our own lives, and wonder where the meaning is? What do we do with our time? The necessary … Continue reading Wanting to go is not having to leave
Grow where you are planted
Holiday Season And here it is. Food and decorations and candles and things. Memories. Sadness. When there is so much to say there is nothing to say. It’s very quiet here, neighbors gone away. One family across the street had a son and daughter-in-law and baby arrive yesterday for a visit. The mother stood by … Continue reading Holiday Season
Reality Thinking on Memorial Day We have weekends, and they are supposed to refresh us for the work week. The time that is significant, where we go out into the world and work at whatever it is we do. Long weekends are supposed to be best, because there is that extra day. An extra day! … Continue reading Reality
This morning it’s raining, so it’s quiet. This means that the people fighting outside the pub late last night aren’t on the streets, and if it keeps raining they’ll stay home instead of coming out to nurse their hangovers or renew the argument. The birds are still tweeting, so it must be warm enough, and … Continue reading Sunday Rain
The idea of group approval is a strange thing, pulling us this way and that, in directions that are sometimes worthy, other times ugly, asking us to constantly judge both ourselves and others, while hinting broadly exactly what that judgement should be. It’s not just music, or books, or film and TV that are ranked, … Continue reading Back to the Garden
