I want to ask a question. I’ve been sitting on it for a while now, but it remains unasked. Unvoiced. Or in this modern age, unsent. How else in lockdown do we communicate other than via email? Although such is the seriousness of the question for me as the suppliant that I almost think to... Continue Reading →
80 years
Numbers again. This time celebrating a birthday -- my mum's 80th. Not that she's counting. She says this feels ridiculous, that she simply can't believe she's 80. And she doesn't look it, I tell her, and I mean it. We zipped down recently to spend a weekend with her and my dad. Time always flies... Continue Reading →
Come on, ego!
My teacher's theme in class at the moment is driving me a bit mad. It's a good theme -- of course! -- but I'm finding it too hard to process; I don't want to hear it. He circles round the idea of ego and effort and honesty. Today was about 'unveiling', letting go all the accumulated cr*p from... Continue Reading →