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… read more →
February was an eventful month, in the world and for me personally with extreme weather events, both inside and out. There wasn’t actually Snow but I drove from Kent to Cornwall through… read more →
I had a dreamy morning out and about yesterday with Sarah Salway, looking at the churches at Tudeley and Capel in West Kent. After twelve years living in the rocky… read more →
It’s some weeks since I blogged and ideas for posts are like planes circling over London, waiting to land. The air space is becoming a bit busy now, so time… read more →
Thoughts of aging – and the less desirable alternative – keep cropping up this week, not least as someone I know has died suddenly, a young healthy man who spent the… read more →
The poem that is speaking to me today is Wallace Stevens’ The Idea of Order at Key West. I say that, but the truth is, it is whispering – or… read more →
Some poems yield deeper and different insights on each reading. One reason I love working in groups is, that when poems are read aloud, in different voices, there’s always a… read more →
Do you have to be good? Mary Oliver’s poem Wild Geese opens emphatically saying no – ‘You do not have to be good’. A common way to begin a poetry therapy… read more →