The destruction of creativity…

I believe we all – each and every one of us – can be creative in some way or another.  Your way may not be mine, and I don’t feel that one way is superior to another.  It’s the creative impulse – giving an idea shape or form – that...

Remembering how to live…

I came across a really interesting quote by someone called Annie Dillard the other day. ‘I would like to learn, or remember, how to live.’ Oh I know that feeling! It’s so easy to let everyday things get in the way of who or what we feel we are, deep...
Reclaiming our power, our joy

Reclaiming our power, our joy

I’ve been away from blogging for a while now and I think it’s time I returned. There are things I want to write about that can’t be contained in Twitter, and Facebook is just too busy for much reflection. So here I am. One of the biggest problems I have with social...

The wonderful thing about writing…

Today I managed to find part of a story I began writing when I was about fourteen.  Actually I have it all somewhere, but what I found today was part of a rewrite… and the strange thing is that I found myself wanting to read more, to find out what exactly...

Mr Penry and the Flying Pig…

In all the years we’ve known each other, I have to say that DIY has never been Mr Penry’s strong point. It’s not that he doesn’t like wielding a hammer or chisel, just that he never believes he actually needs to. Sometimes I can prevail upon him to knock a nail in...

Just when you thought winter was over…

It began to snow this morning. Not sleet. Real snow. The sort that sticks, if you give it half a chance. Only it didn’t. The sun came out again, like a mother rushing to defend her child from an accident or a bully. And it’s not a bad comparison really, since Mother...