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
(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.
It’s not often that I find myself backpacked and breathing heavily, trampling on stony footpaths. Especially on Monday mornings. They don’t really feel like appropriate times for carefree chitchats when there are things to do, lists to tick… you know what I mean? Beginning of the week kind of stuff? Well you know what? The… Continue reading Monday morning revelations