Barefoot through Puddles
When I walk barefoot through puddles it’s to remind myself that my life can be simple. Well, perhaps more simple than it is. I’m reminded that
Adrift
Have you ever found yourself wondering why it is that some debris of your life continues to be washed ashore, if not here in this time, then down the beach or round the coastline further? And you know it’s the same because
Libby
There’s a temptation to allow pain (in whatever form) to lead us around by the nose wherever and whenever it pleases. There is also something morbid in the fact that we don’t kick such behaviour in ourselves to the kerb sooner rather than later. I’ve often wondered why that is and
Banjo
The heavens are bucketing tears, she seems so inconsolable these last two days. It’s grey and overcast outside again. Transparent glass bead raindrops form perfect rows across the stems of the rubber tree plant. The backyard creatures have all opted to sleep-in rather than
Eat Art
Today I learnt the art of walking while eating. Now to some people this action is second nature but for me, well, it’s a nuance of life that has somehow escaped me until now. I felt like I had two left feet, the hand-mouth co-ordination felt like such a strange sensation
