Keeping Christmas

Check the clock, organize shop, visit, eat, drink invitations issued and accepted, cards dutifully filled out gifts dutifully bought tick off the to-do list until at last it’s all organized Christmas by the numbers   How much is duty how much is expectation how much is actual love how much is remembrance of God’s great…

Lovely

He’s lovely, truly lovely Old bulldog with squashed in face, plenty of drool, stinky doggy breath with wagging rump and happy pants pleased to meet me and get pats and praise so lovely   Lovely, so lovely, stray cat in the shelter battle-scarred and scruffy, face only a mother could love climbing into my lap,…

Our Earth, Our Mother

Dawn over the water Early morning glow of gold and red reflecting back from the blue depths Spring announces itself with buds encapsulating promises of glorious colour Baby leaves begin to unfurl on mostly bare trees Birds sing softly it’s a new day   And in this moment the world turns In this beauty all…

Your next stop – The Twilight Zone (Part 1)

There is a fifth dimension, beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is…

Invisible

Time was, when I cried I did so without fear of discovery when I was anxious and afraid I weathered the tempest alone No one saw me because I was invisible Momentary notice occurred if something was wanted then back to insubstantiality I went Walking through a sea of other people’s lives reaching out to…

The precision of words

What do we mean each time we speak communication so often set adrift on a sea of misunderstanding What we try to say becomes foggy, misty intangible and tenuous drifting wisps blown away in the wind A wrong word changes things but so does how we speak why we speak history of our interactions plays…

Review “Hard to be a God” by Arkady and Boris Strugatsky

Arkady and Boris Strugatsky were writing in Soviet era Russia, and the environment in which they worked gives their books an added nuance, knowing the societal constraints under which they were working, and what they managed to achieve. This is the second book I have read by these authors, and I have enjoyed it just…

One little seed

There’s something a little magical about planting pushing those seeds into the good earth water and fertilise and wait with hope for the first small shoot   There’s something rather exciting about tending those babies weeding and watering enough sun, enough shade protecting from pests and day by day watching them grow   There’s nothing…

Breathe

Struggling to survive and you don’t know which way to turn suffocating under the weight of all that tribulation So breathe, just breathe in and out, nice and slow life is in the breath and life begets hope   Your body aches as does your spirit you’re going through the motions day to day, hour…

Belief

She said I was doing really well, and I didn’t believe her. She said I was a natural, and I didn’t believe her. She said she wanted me there, and I didn’t believe her.   They said I made mistakes, and I believed them. They whispered behind my back, and I believed them They judged…