A grey rectangle of concrete that runs along the side of our house – it’s where I washed my bike, but never parked our car. It was where I leant over the low, slightly rickety fence to talk to my neighbour. It was a transition place; a way to get to the back door. A … Continue reading It started with a pot..
The other day I had the patio doors open and was having a lazy hour reading a book. The quiet was disrupted by a rhythmic slapping noise. I looked up from my reading to see a moth repeatedly flying into the window pane of the patio door. It did this endlessly, unable to see that … Continue reading Banging your head against a glass door
Each night before I go to bed I read a daily excerpt from a book on stoicism. One way to help with feeling more gratitude and thus counteract society's siren call of 'more, more, more' is to practise gratitude. Last night's stoic quote, in its way, makes reference to today to what we'd call 'hedonistic … Continue reading What you have now you once dreamed…
Remember the compliments and forget the insults. This is easier said than done. As soon as I hear a slight, or an imagined slight, I’m readying the chisel and a piece of stone so that I can etch it and drag it round with me forever. Whereas the compliments are as transient as soap … Continue reading Remember the compliments