Reflect.

Come and walk with me near these still waters We’ll gaze through ancient stone And touch the rough pillars of the bridge And think of times we had Under blanket skies Thick with rolling cloud When the water was cool, and deep. Way back, When time was green.     More of the same on…

Loss.

Our grief is an ocean; a river on which we drift our whole lives through.   For the lucky, we float. Mostly. But then A minute? a month? a life submerged beneath the water throwing up gasping breaths to roar our pain into the aching, empty white January sky.   The ripples from our easy wake…

On Time…

All of history has not been leading up to this very moment. This is not the end. See? Another minute passes. The seconds do not stop. They never stop. There is never a ‘now’, always a just passed. What if we were to view time without putting ourselves at the centre of it? It’s pretty…

The Ten Glorious Stages of Christmas Shopping

It goes down a bit like this round these parts: 1. October. Pick up some chocolate money by the tills in Boots. Lose it within minutes of getting home. 2. November. Fistful of £1 stocking fillers from the pound shop. Also lost somewhere in your house. 3. First 15 days of December: Do nothing. Nothing…

Some appalling Christmas traditions you’ll almost definitely recognise.

It’s nearly December, the season of cheese, because who doesn’t love consuming three whole Stiltons whilst internet shopping drunk on sherry. That’s what Christmas means to me my love. I operate a strict embargo of NO CHRISTMAS CHAT until the very end of November, but I’m breaking my own rule this year to share with…