I cannot explain why the words came to me as I drove today. ‘You do not have to be good’ And then a second time, You do not have to be … …something I couldn’t recall but further on, I knew it was about the wild geese that call to you… I repeated them until… Continue reading out of the blue: some thoughts inspired by the poetry of mary oliver
My first deadline for my new book is today and that’s why this blog has few words. In fact, I’m wondering whether any of my future blogs will have many more words. Life is short and blogs are mostly meaningless and who doesn’t want a life of meaning? So, I’m going to leave you with… Continue reading a blog of few words
(Post written yesterday, 13.04.2021) This is called stream of consciousness I believe. A device used by Virginia Woolf and others if I’m correct (but if I pursue this line of thought I’ll be even more distracted and won’t get on with my day. Apologies if incorrect.) But here. Picture the scene. (I’ll help by providing… Continue reading On mountains, mothering and driving lessons.
MONDAY 1st I concentrated so hard on cutting the butternut on Monday night, watching the serrated but blunt knife slice a little strip off each cut circle. It didn’t help. My eyes started stinging (no, not onion) and my heart felt a distinct unsettling. I’d just waved goodbye to my eldest child, my only son,… Continue reading Time MARCH(es) ON
I recently read an article on alternative lives, lives unlived or just doing things differently. The crossroads we reach at certain junctions which don’t appear to be anything like a fork in the road until we look back on it many years later and see that it was exactly that. There was a time in… Continue reading 10 Lessons for Living #LocationFree
I’ve been thinking about how I feel on some days compared to others, and linked to that, how I define myself. How WE define ourselves. I mean, do you think there is one or a dominant defining moment in your life that sets you up for something that endures for several years- or perhaps most… Continue reading How do you define yourself? How would you LIKE to be defined?
I’ve never been much of a gardener. I love the garden- trees and herbs in particular- but for whatever reason, it’s never been a thing for me, until fairly recently when I just got stuck in and tried. And somehow produced some nice crops in fact: broccoli, butternut, aubergine, lettuce, tomatoes, mielies, chillies and even… Continue reading Sharing secrets of a sustainable life: gardening workshop in Stanford
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It’s long overdue, this blog. Long overdue. At the very latest, I’d resolved to post this on the 27th July, exactly two months after my last on 27th May. But it’s past midnight now. Today is 28th. (Oops I see now that my last one was on 29th. This date confusion can happen in a… Continue reading Time passes. The sun will continue to rise.
Morning All, Tea. The first thought I had when my face was still squashed against the pillow, my arms bent at the elbow so that each hand rests warmly in between pillow and sheet. Useless bloody pillows my second thought. Flat and shapeless and worn and old. Need to get more. Hate shopping. Nice cup… Continue reading On rain and recycling and essentials