Here’s to 2016.

“You know, I’ve just realised we don’t have to have ALL THE THINGS DONE by December 25th.” We giggled on my front step as our breath became frost in the winter morning air. We had been discussing our weekends’ doing and going and planning for more doing and going, her with arms full of gifts to distributeContinue reading “Here’s to 2016.”

On the turning of the seasons; or letting go.

I watch the seasons as they dance onto centre-stage like clockwork, when their names are called. As each hears its melody, it performs with its own light and shadows and palette of colours to embolden, bringing to life its charge. Sometimes a season may linger like a lover’s scent, other time it wipes the slate cleanContinue reading “On the turning of the seasons; or letting go.”