Dragonflies and Sea Frets

(Or: Applying The Essentialising Filter ™️ of bereavement) It is now a month since my father died. Grief came in unanticipated form, insinuating itself subtly, damply, into the walls, floors and ceilings, draped light as a sea fret over the roof tiles and filming the windows. It is as though my present and my past... Continue Reading →

Golden

The heat keeps on, pressing my skin, the continuity is a reminder of where I was just a few days ago. Though time stretches strangely in strange times, makes it seem like I am remembering an epochal, ancient past or a current, fleeting dream. I was revisiting a place I knew well, my childhood home... Continue Reading →

Bees

It is a sad time. A time known to most of us in one way or another, of saying goodbye. It helps to think with words and pictures, and perhaps, later, to elaborate. 

Ravelling

My grandfather died of a broken heart six weeks after my grandmother. He had not expected to live without her, instead had meticulously planned for her comfort and security on what seemed to him to be the predictable certainty of his own death from a heart attack. But cancer doesn’t like predictions. Cancer, with its... Continue Reading →

Waiting for the birds

It’s morning, the day is my friend, I inhabit it calmly. Not badgered by lists and plans that require me to stretch it beyond its natural limits. The day doesn’t always respond kindly to this rough usage, it becomes withdrawn and places its wonders before more receptive eyes. Standing just now in the kitchen, clearing... Continue Reading →

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