Breathe, that’s all I’m asking of myself, to breathe in the moment: a whole plethora of sounds, pictures: someone’s talking, the wind chime chimes, the roar of a truck, and a scooter, there’s a car, two of them; Breathing… Crazy pictures, colourful and real, voices so close, they take me away with them, by the hand;Continue reading “A Mission to Sit”
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,
Do you remember to go easy on yourself?
The flag in the wind
never ceases to amaze
those that really see.
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.
I’m pleased to announce you can now listen to the audiobook of The Girl with the Green-Tinted Hair on Youtube…. cont
Fear of the unknown,
an opportunity gone.
Freedom from the known.
When you look and the three kings vanish…
When Out of the sky comes an unexpected ray of hope…
When it’s Nice not to know…
When you can Dream a dream to offer proof…
You looking for you—
—a fish, deep in the ocean,
searching for water.