Category Archives: Thinking, or ranting, or both

Relative

I’m thinking about time. A subject about which I am very dubious. I’m not sure I really believe in it. But earthly time, as measured in hours and days and weeks, does have its practical impacts. I now have a … Continue reading

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What lies beneath

I asked permission to take a picture at the fracture clinic in our local hospital yesterday. At first I couldn’t decide how I felt about the poppy, the symbol of remembrance for those who died in conflict, serving their country.  … Continue reading

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A graveyard’s cure

Our local cemetery is about a third of the way between our house and the nearest shops. It’s a beautiful place. Serene. Full of love and grief, of stories barely told. Today, of necessity walking to the shops, thanks to … Continue reading

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