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Category Archives: Britain now & then
Trampled. Green. And sparkly
Flick. Skim. Flick. That was me, last Sunday, with the newspaper. Jaded with news, jaded with the world. Just jaded. Then an opinion piece caught my eye. About ‘the song of the selfie siren’. And the deaths that result from … Continue reading
Posted in Art, jaunts & going out, Lancashire & the golf coast, Thinking, or ranting, or both
Tagged death, Eva Wiseman, killfies, moss, rejection, selfies, shopping, spring, trees, yellow
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More things in heaven and earth
Last Saturday, early in the afternoon, I stood before a cottage window, gazing across a wide valley. Filtered through mist, great hills rose and fell, like whales caught in freeze frame, arcing from a hazy sea. Below the window, mere … Continue reading
Are people made from trees?
If Norse myths are to be believed then, yes, we are – and there are plenty of less credible stories around in these days of Trump triumphant. But I’m off politics. For today. So, staying with tales of yore… In … Continue reading
Posted in Britain now & then, Lancashire & the golf coast, Thinking, or ranting, or both
Tagged bats, elves, fairies, foxes, golf courses, insecurity, Little Owls, Loki, Norse myths, unicorns, Yggdrasill
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What is the sound of one hand clapping?
If you recognise that question you could be into Zen philosophy. Or you could, like me, have heard it asked in Van Morrison’s song, Enlightenment. In fact the question is derived from a Zen ‘koan’ – a concept described by … Continue reading
“… Sharing a park bench quietly?”
A park bench. Two old men, ‘lost in their overcoats’. And two young men, Simon and Garfunkel, perceptive enough in their mid-twenties to understand the importance of that friendship – and that bench. ’How terribly strange,’ they sang, ‘to be … Continue reading
‘Michigan seems like a dream to me now …’
I started off yesterday writing a thoughtful, elegiac piece referencing music. But the longer the day wore on, the more it wore me out, the effort of trying to be calm. You see, we’ve had a tough couple of days … Continue reading
Autumn. A little too close for comfort, this time
It’s been the most beautiful autumn I can remember. The stillness of each reluctant dawn. The drama of the sunrise, turning the world from grey to lemon, gold to rose. The vast, v-shaped skeins of pink-footed geese heading for the … Continue reading
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