'Throw your phones in the sea!'Said Mr G.Look up, at the skyBut why? Because its here!Look out, across the oceanSearch along the horizonGaze in any directionBecause, it can heal'Throw your phones in the sea!'Said Mr G.Look at me, into my eyesLets eat pies togetherNo more low bowed headsHunched shoulders in bedNor 'text neck' creaking Lets… Continue reading ‘Throw Your Phones in the Sea!’ (Said Mr G.)
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Love International
Birds, tea Horses and the seaYou liked cars, we saw starsThese are the things I rememberYou travelled, to unravelShe was walking aloneWe never got very farTalking home But most of the timeWe got on just fineWittering under the willow treeWhat's in the wheelbarrow?From Yorkshire to Boston(via Midlands & the ocean)From scrum-half to a golferCricket bats… Continue reading Love International
The Owl in the Picture
What is the golden rule of storytelling? I'm hoping to find out when I see Clare Murphy perform in Bristol soon, thanks to Blindboy bringing my attention to her work; https://shows.acast.com/blindboy/episodes/the-art-of-storytelling As a child I wrote a lot of stories. I don't know where they are now - I think they got lost in the… Continue reading The Owl in the Picture
Badger
Dig deep, linger longer, tell stories, make alliances. Sometimes small things seem like big things and big things disguise themselves as small things, and we become obsessed with badgers (maybe that’s just me!) My aim this autumn was to write something that's light and quirky, with no particular agenda (other than badgers), and see what… Continue reading Badger
The Past is a Lighthouse Not a Port (Russian Proverb)
“The end is where we start from.”
My Dad once wanted to conquer the waves. He was very strong, possibly the strongest person I've ever known. Perhaps this was his burden to carry... until he couldn't any longer. He fought cancer for over 10 years. He's not coming back to life this time. I'm sure that's hard for us all (his family… Continue reading “The end is where we start from.”
Following the Shafts of Light
This could have been called 'Following the Shards of Light'. I deliberated over this for a long time. Shard implies sharp, a fragment, brittle, broken, dangerous (maybe), a weapon. Remnants of demolition - or war - or a bar fight. It is also a building in London of course. Not really the angle I was going for, but in the… Continue reading Following the Shafts of Light
A Little Bit of Wild
(a touch of love) Here is a hotchpotch collection of autumnal musings and playing around with ideas, images and words, no doubt quite clumsily. This is inspired by a nearly 90 year old artist I know, who has dementia. Over the past year, he has transformed in painting style; from striving for perfection most of… Continue reading A Little Bit of Wild
Parts & Plants
'When we do our work together and parts that clients have been afraid of most of their life–parts that feel like actual monsters or demons–suddenly can’t do anything to them' (IFS Institute; 1) Last summer I took this photo (above) whilst drinking a cocktail in a bar. I went on to drink several more before… Continue reading Parts & Plants
‘Nothing as it seems’
I used to be a huge Pearl Jam fan. This started around age 12, I think, and their music carried me through the rockiest years of my life. This song (above) came on while I was driving the other day. I later looked up the lyrics; a habit that has stayed with me since early… Continue reading ‘Nothing as it seems’
Psychodography 