It’s the 18th of December, one week before Christmas day. I’ve rehearsed and planned and delivered and engaged, I’ve painted and written and talked and sang and posted, I’ve cooked and sorted and laundered and cared-for and now all of a sudden on the eve of my first day off in what feels like centuries … More In Christmas
Drippy Sunday morning; the world outside has shrunk …which appropriately rhymes with Funk, because Funk is precisely what I’m in. … niggly, prickly snappish me with a million essential things to attend to but instead I chop a fridge full of vegetables and chicken into tiny tiny pieces, beat up a dozen eggs, fry severed … More Inclusion
These days the greater part of my awareness is below the ground amid the roots of plants I’ve put there – encouraging them to reach down, to spread through the warm rich mix of compost, loam and peat moss I’ve made for them – drink drink, feed, grow. Above ground the signs are good – … More Soil change
What a rich world we are in here. I’m surrounded by colour and flavour and scent, birdsong, squirrel screeching and leaves describing the breeze. Internally too – three new large creative projects on the go – fabric art, an installation/ performance art piece on the value, history and beauty of hand tools, and a new … More Life is good.