The thing about taking a good long hard look at your life is that it can make a person feel regretful or want to compare their life with someone else’s. Now, there might be some merit in that (if
Knowing a thing is not the same I’ve come to understand as ‘really knowing’ according to others more in the know than me. Personally I’d say that was splitting hairs, a semantic ruse even but there you go. What would I know!
Some books draw us back to them because some truths need more time for us to sit with them. To have us weigh and consider more carefully those things they feel need further thinking on by us. When I first read Marianne Fredriksson’s “Hanna’s Daughters” 18 months ago I was inexplicably moved. The story could [...]
The overnight rains have had an unusual effect on the bird life here in the suburb that I live in. There’s an orchestral banter that borders on near hysteria or maybe it’s just an expectancy of something to which we are not privy that makes me feel for the moment, left out.