…day three relentless and me shrinking under the onslaught, smaller smaller until I smell like nothing at all not even fear you could walk through me and not even know it now, though I would feel it. Years ago I had a voice, strong in the chorus of strong but someone I trusted browbeat the spectrum out … More Colour Pages #6: Violet
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
Our covenant with Winter: that there will be space and time to contemplate, to examine and re-examine, to be still. In the rich pianissimo of deep snow, quiet things sing their subtlety, small things hold great significance, and you can see the wind. I cannot imagine a life without this. I awake with the phone … More White.
There are softer things that need attention. Small things that don’t register as important until you look a little closer, slow down a little more, open up a bit… From that idea comes this week’s list: 1. Take note of the times when I feel odd, for however short a time – any kind of … More Friday list
