inspired

Travelling Spaces

By

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

I Threw Away A Dollar.

By

Sometime last week, I heard a dollar coin hit the hardwood floor. Later I stood on it so picked it up and put it on the dresser. Then I swept up a pile of junk mail and threw it away. I heard that dollar clink into the trash can. I…

Read More

Birds On A Wire.

By

Hope spends all it’s time asking for you to cast your eyes up, to watch and wait, expecting and looking for something to pass into the shape of your dreams on the horizon. Sometimes, you don’t need to spend time looking up – you just need to figure out how to carry on.

Read More

Companions.

By

We cannot tell the exact moment a friendship is formed; as in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over; so in a series of kindnesses, there is at last one that makes the heart run over.

Read More

The Beauty of Baking Bread.

By

Bread is a lot like humans. We are all better off with a little interaction, a little time invested, a little hope holding on, a little belief and anticipation of the end result. Some of the best bread is finished in a fire, but it’s all good bread. Time is the best thing you can do for us. Time to prove. Time to rest, time to rise to the occasion.

Read More

The Harmony Of Voice.

By

This is brilliant.It’s an acapella version of the song Typical by band mutemath. From Dwight’s Journal of MusicBoston, September 13, 1856. It has long been a matter of wonder with us, considering the flood of wishy-washy, common-place, mechanical and un-religious psalmody in which we have been weltering, that someone has…

Read More

When Did I Last See You?

By

(ht to mark riddle) when did i last see you?how long ago that achewhen i recognised the broken and the lamethat we, you and i, are all the same? when did i last see youand truly know myself?how did we grow apart while in this lifewe walked so closely side…

Read More
Bread & Wine.

Bread & Wine.

By

The Whiskey Mac-Gill1 part irish whiskey (Jamesons)1 part green ginger wine (Stones)Fresh squeezed lime or lemon juice (preference): 1 whole fruit = 4 serves. Pour over a ‘cup’ of ice cubes, blend.Serve over two slices of lemon or lime, top up with lemonade (sparkling or homemade).Make it southern-style by adding…

Read More