What is life? Oh, Maggie May. It’s question after everlasting question. It is a tumble of words and a throb of sounds; music to lift you and gift you and steal you and fill you. It is the quiet of … Continue reading
Ten years ago I moved to New Zealand. Well, I didn’t so much move there as go there with a backpack and a sleeping bag. I ended up staying for two years and, yes, it’s an incredible place. In the … Continue reading
So last night I did a short ‘loving kindness’ meditation. I’ve found this American radio show called On Being and am a bit hooked on all the stuff about human spirit and curiosity. Well, that’s my take on it, the … Continue reading
This is where I live at the moment. Prenzlauer Berg, Berlin. I feel such gratitude that when the notion takes me, late at night, to go for a walk in this small part of a huge city, I can. The … Continue reading
I stopped working in order to have more time to play. To write, take pictures, walk, have a different kind of life. Of course, when you stop working in a structured way you end up working all the time, or … Continue reading
January. Wow. It’s been fun but I’m glad it’s over. Rain, wind and hard-as-stone grey skies. And yes, some wonderful people and a couple of kick-ass parties, but still. I’m glad the birds are singing again. Anyway. I was determined to find … Continue reading
When the hill is in front of you Climb it. Yes, that hill, that one. Or go down to the sea, That sea That water that pulls you Deep in your bones.
I wake at night. Not every night, but often. I wake with a start, with a definite thought in my head. Sad things or stressful things have me sitting bolt upright at four am, wondering how to solve them. But … Continue reading