The annual Folk Fest post – 2014
I’m in my office, the patio at High Street Starbucks. It’s Tuesday, there’s a couple beside me chatting about this year’s Folk Fest, talking i...
Category: Spirituality
Hearts open like flowers at passing birds
I would like to be able to show you how a bird at dawn flew past my window and how by that simple act my heart opened like a flower. Was it the light perhaps? T...
Calling
You have to respect the maniacal joy of a magpie, in the middle of this grey drizzly day. Her, don’t-give-a-shit secret, she flies with, feeds on, follows...
The stupendous oddness of being
I wake up, it’s light, there’s a slight wind slipping through the trees, and above these, is that purity of blue that arrives with a clear morning. ...