I’m Ready Now

I’m ready now. I read somewhere years ago that life is a preparation for death. Which struck me as a miserable way to live at the time. But recently I’ve begun to understand what whoever said that might have meant. Now that I’m mostly happy, and now so many of the strivings and ambitions of …

Soon but not yet we will leave here

Soon but not yet we will leave here, this house that’s been the longest time and home we’ve ever known, or probably ever will know. This turning left out of, or uphill right out of at the beginning of every walk. The knowing the bin days and which week is which. A catalogue of familiars …

On Holiday: From Everything

I like my life, having put a good deal of thought into how I live it and what I do with it. But we all need a holiday from time to time and I’m taking one now. I’ve been building up to it for a week or so, cancelling everything I reasonably could once I …

A Quiet New Year

The day before Christmas Eve I wrote and photographed a poem called “Letting Go: A Quiet Breath” and the quiet days have continued here from then through to this new year of 2018. These beloved souls are my three grandchildren: Finn, 3; Theo, 8, and Eleanor, 11. In the park with their parents, Simon, with …

A Christmas Clearing

Three days of quiet Christmastime on Sarah’s plot of Liverpool land. This has been a clearing kind of year for Sarah and I. Our sequence of Clearing posts┬áback in October and November recorded a time when we were clearing things and activities from our lives to focus better on what really matters to each of …

Of Time and the Season

A question from a friend and then writing all this brings me to the realisation that I’m perfectly fine with Christmas. A harmless old tradition that brings people together around sparkly lights and a warm fire. It’s the shopping I can’t and won’t abide. This morning my friend Barry threw a question out to the …