In Johannesburg where I grew up, summer was a time of afternoon thunderstorms. Once the thunder and lightening had passed I used to love the clean air, the smell of dust on the road and the strange green hue to the light. Now I live in Australia but storms still work their magic. Half an …
Roses
There is no purpose to this post other than to enjoy the sight of fresh handpicked roses. I like to keep fresh roses on my desk when I write. Everyone told me when I moved to the Gold Coast that you couldn't grow roses here. They didn't like the humid climate. All roses require is …
It sure is a scary time for boys.
Enough said. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i2OBaE_T9K8
#me too
When I watch the proceedings of the sexual misconduct case against Brett Kavanaugh I can't help being taken back to what happened to me in London forty years ago. I was 22 and living alone in a share house. My bedroom, on the ground floor of an old Victorian terrace, was the only room occupied on …
Saturday rituals
"With all it's sham, drudgery and broken dreams, It is still a beautiful world." Desiderata
A Monk’s Guide to a Clean House and Mind
"When something breaks, rather than repairing it, many people buy a replacement because this is faster and cheaper. However, if you continue to live your life in this way, your relationships with others will begin to resemble how you relate to objects. This willingly lead to the exhaustion of your heart." I loved this little …
