Once this shift, this change in perspective has occurred, nothing can ever be the same.
We not I.
Us not me. Continue reading Me, we, dementia and Donne
Water droplets on the leaves of the tree outside my window. Now dry, Crispy in the sun. Continue reading Red leaves
Mostly, we don’t pause and reflect on the speed of life; Sure, the bad times often seem to drag-out for … Continue reading Life cycle
It’s raining again and It is Saturday. Continue reading Rain
Self-interest is seen as no interest, for you can’t live outside society. Continue reading Yesterday – disaster avoided.
I spent a few hours in York yesterday. I travelled up to present some of the work we have done … Continue reading York – somewhere else;