The colours of my soul spread on the paper dripping through that brush expanding at the contact of water in wet paper. the brush slides my soul colours spread themselves, mixing with one another. it’s a dance, it’s a rythm it’s a song.
As I watch you play Your favourite seaside game On a windy day I see, what a shame, I wasn’t even watching. At the time, back then I was just busy talking Hiding in my den In my head, my thoughts I didn’t see the beauty Happening in front me. Luckily Tara filmed it And […]
Sciatica Heart Ache Bulged disc. Yoga What the heck? Back twist. Arnica Seized neck Prolapsed disc. Old Micra Rusty brake No fix. New Micra Rattling snake Bad Clutch disc. Supernova Of mistakes Financial risk… Alma Matters on deck and improvised tricks. “A rainbow greyhound, as they are in Floorland”.
“Life is a journey, not a destination” – Ralph Waldo Emerson. Our world has been turned upside down recently, as we moved house… We left an old cottage in the woods for a more urban dwelling in a very quiet town on the edge of the forest. We had to readjust a little bit to […]
Thom, when he was a few days old… I wrote about it here at the time. Exactly five years ago, I was just embarking on a journey, a journey of self – discovery, though I didnt realise it at the time. Something beautiful happened, but not the way I had planned. I was in for […]