Not much

What’s been happening? Well, not much. Which is another, deflecting, way of saying quite a lot, actually. So much that … More

Not exactly good riddance

Just a few hours left of 2021. Time to reflect on what this year has been. Until a week or … More

I have been thinking a lot this week about a line from Tomas Tranströmer’s masterpiece, ‘Alone’. (I have also blogged … More

I don’t want to pretend for a second that it was great. It was full of rawness and grief and … More

I have walked into the grief. I have walked into brave space, mine and others’. I have sat in … More

I am tired. Though I write from a place of privilege and of safety, I am tired. Tired of feeling … More

My concentration has not been all that it might have been recently. Loved ones are suffering. Some with this thing, … More

I started a bit of a thing for Max Richter a while ago. Then gave up. Last autumn I came … More

Another Loss to Stop For Against such cold and mercurial mornings, watch the wind whirl one leaf across … More