Today was a typically grey Fiordland day. Max died this morning. He came out of his kennel when I called before peeing on the veranda. Odd I thought. Bad dog I said; then because he looked so dejected, changed my tone. Time for a walk? …

On Sunday I had you on toast

Once upon a time, a Chinese emperor watched his favourite concubine dance. Her floating movements reminded him of a white swan unfurling its’ wings, her hands and hips like sunlight on water, her tiny feet like crescent moons. …

You were a Christmas present In March we hold hands Press against each others legs when we sit I want to hug you Often …do so tentatively a week ago you found my lips and my mind collapsed When you’re not with me I think about you constantly we’re like…

So easy to blame others. Procrastinate. Become a great liar to oneself about anything difficult. Over the last few weeks I have had to…

The Don Quixote ballet!

Around six years ago I took a long train journey to help a friend who had just moved (after 22 years in one largish apartment). She had 120 boxes of stuff. Was very distraught. Couldn’t cope. Needed someone to cook help unpack etc. For three solid days on a broken…

revisiting emotional memories

This morning.