I have realised that my life in this magical world is about serving not grasping , about apprenticeship not mastery, about owning my own shadow and accepting the gracious loan of my creative faculties. Anything more is inflating and removes me from the extraordinary ordinariness of the green flame in the bud.
I have been somewhat overwhelmed by the reaction to the post ‘Now I am 54′ after it was graciously featured on ‘Freshly Pressed’ It seems that many of us are sufferers from anxiety and depression or stand alongside someone who is.
Yet in the circle of reflection
on the morning of departure
you saw all the rug pulls in another
light and a voice said ‘you know
there is great power in your falling’.
No, rather I, with an aching longing, want their world, almost totally uninterested in my human milieu, to become part of mine. I am after all an animal.
In honour of others, especially Matt Haig (see his book ‘Reasons to Stay Alive’), who have been open and honest
Last Wednesday my daughter Lara bought us all tickets to see Ken Loach’s latest film ‘Jimmy’s Hall’. I have followed
I am on the way to London with my daughter. The dislocation of travelling always strikes me. Going from the
Taking Stock There come moments in life when we are forced to take stock. A loss, a challenge a brokenness,
I have been thinking about the need we all have for someone to listen to us, and enable us to
In today’s Independent Ian Johnston makes a point that is becoming increasingly clear to me. ‘Children are living in an