Fluttering by. A seemingly chaotic dance of dips and dives, of colours and their shades, without a beginning and an end, without a known purpose, to the endless song of silence. Not questioning the butterfly, not asking why or when or how or what; being with the butterfly we can lose ourselves in that silentContinue reading “The Flutter-by Dance”
Eating a dragon fruit,
with its pink scaly skin and its deep purple flesh,
not checking my phone, nor reading an article,
nor talking to another soul about this and that,
I recently read a wee article that made the bold claim that Anthony Hopkins could be the happiest man on Twitter… It might be right.
The flag in the wind
never ceases to amaze
those that really see.
Vanity is the greatest seducer of reason…
A Friend’s Mother’s Last Words: My good friend, Laura Skilbeck, kept a note of what her mother said during her final moments. Like many people who have read it, I felt the need to share it.
Think constantly how many doctors have died, after knitting their brows over their own patients; how many astrologers, after predicting the deaths of others, as if death were something important; cont…
I’m pleased to announce you can now listen to the audiobook of The Girl with the Green-Tinted Hair on Youtube…. cont
The budding tree proves
how easy it really is
to express ourselves… continued
There flies a sparrow,
its beautiful shadow low.
How many notice?