The day hides the stars
The day hides the stars. There is so much in this short phrase from The Hammock, a poem by Chinese-American poet, Li-Young Lee. Today I am experiencing it as a statement of the mystery of existence. Days are time-bound. We are earth-bound. And yet we [...]
The legs of summer
Here is a poem I love by Anne Sexton - a great one for opening discussion about words in all their mysterious multiplicity ... called, simply and complicatedly, Words. This summer I had two holidays, the first exploring medieval abbeys in Normandie, the second, a bit [...]
I have walked through many lives
My book Baggage and The Wild Braid by Stanley Kunitz in the forget-me-nots A long time, no blog. My immediate excuse is that it’s taken me a long time to get this new website up and running. And when I say ‘a [...]
Some place distant as this morning
Hello. I’m back after many months of not blogging, for a whole variety of reasons. There was life before blogs and there’s life after and for some reason, I lost the habit I had for a while in between of writing ephemeral mini-essays atttempting to [...]
Critical voices
I attended the Critical Voices event in Tunbridge Wells on Saturday - an early start, a cold day, too many crisps and a packed programme of talks and presentations. My head is still sort-of spinning - every single speaker offered an idea that shifted my [...]
From which the sky may be viewed
Most Sunday mornings, I cycle home from a zumba class soon after ten. After crossing the railway, I tentatively signal right, cross the traffic, and then follow a path around what was once the village green of St Stephens, Hackington. It’s now a suburb of [...]