I come to you today, feeling empty. There are no more excuses. Today I witnessed a blackbird lying down in the grass like a cat. I had seen the pigeons do this a month ago, but I thought little of it. Perhaps they had become domesticated, since they had fallen out of their nest andContinue reading “When birds lie down”
I am writing this in May 2020. On Friday, the air was so clear that you could see for miles. It was a day with high winds. I was out on a 17 k walk across farms and open country, and I watched in awe as an oak tree of around 70 years old, dancedContinue reading “Why are we killing ourselves? Money?”
I’m getting used to distance. I’m of an age when your children have flown to university and some of them beyond that are adults making their own way. I’m used to distance. Usually I get in the car and drive to a city to cut out distance. Several of you live in several big cities.Continue reading “Distance – Discover Prompts”
There is nothing fast about writing.
Photograher, Hermione Laake (young mum of 24 years, writer and ex-retail manger, 1990). I thought I would write a Coronovirus diary, as I read one blog on behaviour from Toronto and found it interesting from a psychological perspective. Covid-19 Here, in our small town we have over four coffee shops; all are shut down andContinue reading “A town in Bristol city”
A chance to meet creative people
How to stop that critical voice. creative power.