Magic stuff

I wrote the piece below a while back.Finding it again this morning reminds me that what I write, and the ways I chose to write, reflects where I was at the time of that writing, and where I am today. From a little while back then…Yesterday I was on a train coming home to the […]

Last Monday morning, 16th of March, 9am, there was a programme on Radio 4 that included these words that I have only just looked at a few days after I listened to that programme and told myself I wanted to write about some stuff about it as it resonated and reverberated within me and my

What comes to mind for me first when thinking into what fuels me to write? Ok, lets do the fossils, that old trauma, those memories of past pain, embarrassment, fear and humiliation… those parts of me that whether settled and carried lightly now or not… have the capacity to play up, seemingly at random and

Today I turned seventy, my Mother was born in April 1931, she birthed me in March 1956, her Mother was born in 1902. Yesterday I spent some time with a newish friend, she was born in 1957. She suggested the day out as a celebration of my birthday and we met at the royal Academy

This morning I watched a YouTube video hosted by two friends of mine. They had invited a Taoist internal martial arts teacher to join them and she shared her understanding of Tao and this Chinese new year, February 2026, the year of the fire horse. Rather than try to put into words how that conversation

I sometimes live in this imagined community, this imagined space, this fictional city in my head. It’s an escape from the reality I see around me, around us, which is dark and exhausting. Also a focus on what needs to be done to change that, as in, where might we go now, for real? My