Silence is a word that we think we all understand, but Sara Maitland's A Book of Silence has prompted me to think about the role silence plays in my own life. A few years ago, I suffered a bout of seriously debilitating nervous exhaustion. In the years I've been recovering I've realised that I have … Continue reading Degrees of silence
I feel like I'm being taught a lesson by the technology, or rather the white goods, in my life. It feels like some sort of divine retribution for fantasising about living a more simple life and looking wistfully to the past thinking that it holds some clues for dealing with modern life. A few months … Continue reading When technology throws a spanner in the works
More than years ago when I was away at university I would travel backwards and forwards from my hometown and where I lived during term time with all my possessions in the the boot of a small hatchback. I would pack everything into three blue plastic boxes at home and unload them an hour and a … Continue reading How did I end up with this much stuff?
With every drop of water you drink, every breath you take, you're connected to the sea. SYLVIA EARLE. This quote could explain why when we go down to the beach near the House with the Blue Door I embrace the liminal space of the beach with the tide washing over it. It was during an … Continue reading Connected to the sea
Take an average plastic bottle. But this time really look at it. Feel the little nobble underneath and at the top of the cap; the sprue. This is evidence that the bottle has been injection moulded. The sprue is the where the plastic has been fed into a mould and when it’s finished that little … Continue reading Rubbish is in the eye of the beholder