Last Days of Autumn

I had these done a while ago, but as ever life got in the way. It was the most beautiful autumnal morning and I just wanted to capture it, the moment, the presence. There were more but I struggled to get this as well as it is, still getting used to the new editor and... Continue Reading →

Animal Consciousness

I have loved animals all my life and always known they had consciousness, I never doubted it. Most people have probably seen this by now, but I have just watched it again and it never fails to move me, overwhelm me; it is so profound, so moving, so powerful, if you’ve not seen it, watch... Continue Reading →

You’re Not Alone

This is ginge, just one of the many solitary wanderers, who survive alone, out there somewhere, much of the time invisibly. They all have stories we’ll never know, you only have to look at their faces, look into their eyes, to see they have carried a lot. This poor boy turned up in the garden... Continue Reading →

The Power Of Words

I love poetry and don’t read it enough and while browsing some second hand books today I came across a book with the simple title ‘Cat Poems’, loving both I naturally picked it up, but expecting it would most likely be many of the same poems I have already, in other collections, many times over;... Continue Reading →

Strange Days Have Found Us

I sit down to try and get back to my writing, so much waiting to be finished, waiting to be released and realized, but the workmen at the bottom of the street fill the air with their perpetual racket as they rape some other piece of wild land, pile-driving their way through the ground, disturbing... Continue Reading →

A SAD LOSS

I just found out yesterday that Alan Watt died on 4 March 2021; such a shock, so sad, another ‘truth warrior’ gone, the world feels a lesser place without him, especially in such dark times when evil is rising and spreading round the world, we need as many ‘light warriors’ as possible, so it is... Continue Reading →

Step Into A Strange, Wonderful World

Step into strangeness Sitting in the grey, misty damp, the horizon a dream-like blur, the still, cold air, a feeling of being out of time, the light never changing from morning through afternoon, just a continual, eternal grey, insubstantial moment; what better atmosphere to be diving into the writing of Bruno Schulz. I have wanted... Continue Reading →

After The Rain

After the rain, light; after the rain, peace, the land takes a breath, drinks, breathes. After the rain the blades of grass show off their jewels, rich green adorned by perfect drops, tiny pools of water shine, their Round sparkle globes glint a whole row down the stalk, precious gathered perfect circles of light energy... Continue Reading →

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