SLEEPWALKERS

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. — William Wordsworth How alone do you feel on the island you live? How often do […]

HARTWOLD

We turn not older with years, but newer every day.        – Emily Dickinson   Prayer makes me a bit uncomfortable, which I’m quite sure isn’t entirely atypical of a person not practiced in such things. There are many reasons for this, and I suspect there are many answers, but one wonder I’ve […]

FIVE YEARS

“The truth is of course is that there is no journey. We are arriving and departing all at the same time.” — David Bowie A couple of months ago, in a box with a bunch of family photos, I found a picture of a little girl. An old one, too. Sort of ripped at the […]