'most of all in being open to real human contact'
A Photo Essay
'Here is a photo essay and the poem that came to me after my walk.'
These things wake us up from the zombie like sleep of the matrix and help us to live lives of faith-filled uncertainty.
'what's fundamental in the emotional dynamic between a dog and owner isn't the human reading the animal but the animal reading the animal in the human.'
After my piece about recovery someone reminded me of the phrase 'make haste slowly' that features in a poem called Haste in Arriving in Magic; my most recent collection. It is obviously an oxymoron to the rational and calculative consciousness but I like to think of it
'We have this idea that if only I could be allowed to stop and rest then it would all be great, but our striving and way of living can cause such a disturbance in our soul and body that when we stop the momentum of
Spring has, for many years been my favourite season. As the ground, barren for so long begins to warm up and yield the first harbingers of change; the snowdrops, the crocuses and then the daffodils. We have just passed the vernal equinox and now can
'Learning to see and appreciate'
'Ask yourself this question - before my life is rounded with a sleep what is my dream?'