Familiar things.

The coooooo-coo-coooooo-coo of collar doves The sun on the patio and mossy slightly singed lawn The garden that could compete with any at Kew Thanks to her skill and dedication. His whistling, singing, endless hybrid soundtrack Mozart? Beatles? Can’t quite tell and maybe neither would they. Crunching on the gravel of the driveway. Onto the … Continue reading Familiar things.

Secret Stories

Secret stories. In recent years, I have met and been in contact with many, many professionals working in education and other fields who have had to stay publicly silent with stories that they want or feel the need to tell. There are many reasons that they have been unable to speak but most of the … Continue reading Secret Stories

De frosting.

Don’t talk. Listen. A cicada. The 8am angelus. The floating French voices on the breeze. Don’t move. Sit with. The stillness. Your heartbeat. The rays which start to defrost that well-layered mask. Don’t look. See. The blue sky. The green vines. The orange passion fruits. The people who are here and matter. Don’t think. Float. … Continue reading De frosting.