Hazel (I) All the time she’s alive she’s still alive and I can hold back the tears. Of course that endless moment has to come. It will be an ellipsis, something will go on… +++ Hazel (II) I carry remains
Blog – Friday 30th September 2016
I wish there were a poem, a prayer, some form of spiritual incantation which, if agreed by all parties, could be spoken or sung and would welcome the dying to their new world, and help them fulfil their wish to
Blog – Saturday 24th September 2016
In the last week we celebrated the victory of the Paralympics, the greats and their success. +++ A Saturday not a Friday blog. Mother seems to be dying… The moment is close. In a few hours the night will begin
Blog – Friday 16th September 2016
Back after a brief hiatus, while at St Ives, exploring Barbara Hepworth’s studio and garden as well as enjoying other galleries, coastlines, theatre and bars. Before we went away, I was delighted to get an invitation to a leadership
Blog – Friday 2nd September 2016
He is sitting at a pub bar, tapping out thoughts on his phone with his thumb – the measured, red blink of the break glass point on the wall, constantly monitoring for signs of smoke, of fire. +++ Remembering that
The Lone Piper – by Steve Walter
We know summer will fade, the year will end, family, friends and one-time lovers will die, lost somewhere in the cycle of moments together… yet even the Edinburgh Tattoo gives tribute to David Bowie, playing Life on Mars to the
August – by Steve Walter
One by one, tall heads of lavender are bobbing with the weight of bees as they cling, gather nectar, and leave… and you beside me in the sun, naked, except for lingerie. Today is the day – but we don’t
Blog – Friday 26th August 2016
Italian earthquake Our hearts go out to the families and friends of the victims of the natural disaster in Italy. The earthquake, 6.2 on the Richter Scale, most affected the towns and villages of Amatrice, Arquata, Accumoli and Pescara del
Blog – Friday 19th August 2016
Blog Friday 19th August 2016 Last Sunday we had a classy, Kew Gardens picnic, courtesy of Liz, with my daughter and friends, and visited The Hive, to empathise with all about bees. The gardens are such a magical place – beautiful
Just to be – by Steve Walter
Just to be, in silence in the woods at dusk, the last sun sinking, to celebrate the turning of the day, the cycle of the moon, a world full of tomorrows.
Blog – Friday 12th August 2016
Pub A week without wine? Feel the ridges in the brickwork, the mortar, run your fingers over the sculpted contours of plaster by the fireplace. Rottingdean The tide has turned and is rising, fingering rock pools, lifting seaweed, animating crabs.
Blog – Friday 5th August 2016
Postcard from Croatia Gostiona Milina. Beach. June. A tyre filled with concrete as the base for a bright, yellow and white parasol catching the onshore breeze. Butterflies of many different kinds flying in from the sea one by one, each