I discover myself, at the end of the silent-not silence and the travelling spaces; still myself. A storyteller. A poetry-lover, wanderer and mystical romantic. A hopeful idealist, pragmatic optimist. I am home; in my skin and my places. “He should write her a letter to tell her he is sitting in an airport on his way home and he is not thinking about how the meeting went or whether he thinks Rob will close the deal. No, he is simply thinking of her and whether he has done enough to keep her love this month, because he worries so that his absence is too much and too often.”Read More
“No, a dream is a phoenix of the day passed and dragon of the day to come.”
Distance, figuratively through a lens or over physical miles, brings a focus and perspective to the human experience; particularly in my case to a sense of connection and disconnection.
A short story about Edith who can’t remember how to make an omelette. She may be losing her mind slowly or just rediscovering the joy of using the F word. There’s a little language.Read More
It has rained on Islay for 105 days in a row. But today is the 106th day, and the sun has arrived back to…Read More
Maybe the living, breathing you. Maybe just a memory of you. A life of caveats leaves no room for surprise. No room to change the rules and I am, by nature, a rule changer. Not a breaker, as much as a changer. I like the flexibility to change the expectations. Who says some things are unforgivable or that things must go a certain way?Read More
Whisky might be the most romanticized spirit on the planet – more accessible than absinthe and more challenging than gin. From a glass of whisky, you can explore countless new territories on the earth without boarding a plane or catching a boat. That’s why you should drink more whisky, to see the world through different eyes and to learn stories other than your own.Read More
It has occurred to me, perhaps there is no intangible root or sweet, ripened fruit. Perhaps, between the lines there is simply nothing more. I tried to put it into words, who I am, the magic I hope is within me and fell flat.Read More
How do you create meaningful rituals for yourself or your family if you are not religious? Ceremonies and rituals bring us together. They are a chance to state what sometimes goes unsaid.Read More
And I remembered then; this is the Lonely. There was something within me longing to be heard; but the one to hear was not with me.
So I let it sit, let it dwell with me for the day. Loneliness becomes a more tolerable companion as soon as you acknowledge its presence, I’ve found. I let others assume the reason for my quiet reticence that day and then in the evening, alone in the quietness of my room, I said to the Lonely, ‘Thank you for today and good night.’ I will not be any more or less lonely simply because I might one day share my Lonely with another. They will not be able to banish the lonely, but they may share it.Read More
We think cancer kills us. But it doesn’t, not really. We will all die. What cancer really does is interrupt families and stop us from living, because nobody wants to die from cancer.Read More