Holy Island, Lindisfarne: 19th July, 2016, 4:11am: As the crow flies into dawn, the moon dies off, the sun is born. I reached half a century that day - though I hadn’t bet on having shingles as a birthday present.
Category: My Words
Thoughts and memories-a-plenty!
To the Land of Dreams I Run
To the land of dreams I run, When the day makes off with the sun. "Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." - Matthew 11:28 There comes a time, as the last embers of daylight are swallowed by the abyss of night, when I … Continue reading To the Land of Dreams I Run
Remnants
When the dead are yonder and break not one more heart, they leave us things to ponder: accidental art. Update: 2nd March, 2025. I recall writing this post after reflecting on the slow, relentless erosion of ancient sandstone gravestones in the many churchyards and cemeteries my work led me to. Time and the elements conspired … Continue reading Remnants
Pat on the back
They say knowledge is power, but they rarely specify what kind of power - or at what cost it comes when wielded by the hands of a curious child. In theory, expanding one’s awareness of the world is a noble pursuit. In practice, it often ends with something on fire, something in tatters, and someone … Continue reading Pat on the back
The Birthday Present
Tomorrow is my birthday. I am, of course, about 36 - chokes on an unforgivable falsehood and gasps for air like a fish flung onto a riverbank. My mind drifts back to a time when birthdays were less about existential reckoning and more about pure, unadulterated want. There was a toy aeroplane in the window … Continue reading The Birthday Present
Wording 