It feels like a trick of time, a sleight of hand drawn from the very top tier of a Houdini play book, but the facts – borne out by the calendar I have open in front of me, and the worn pages in the notebook I bought a couple of months ago - tell a different story; a record, as stark as it is of just how much time has passed in 2016 already. ...
If someone pops into your mind and then a few days later they email you out of the blue… Is the universe speaking, or are you - like all confused people - calling a coincidence an omen? #Pondering
Over-priced perhaps but this is very quickly becoming my Happy Place where I pause briefly before heading into the bedlam of work… #SteadyHabits
What’s done is done. There is no need to speak with Edmond about his past. From The Chronicles of Narnia - The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - which I just watched again :) #BeginAgain
Listening a lot to this song, drawn in by all the hope it breathes… #OnRepeat
From the Hillsong social media campaign to get people thinking about the wider import of Easter, allied to the clocks moving forward an hour overnight… #CrossEqualsLove #HelloSpring
Surely I am not alone in thinking that sometimes waiting in an airport with far too much time on one’s hand can often be the most stark reminder of aloneness…
Harrow bound…. The view whilst I wait #ConversationsWithMyself
Waiting for O to appear, twenty minutes after I arrive even though she had a seven minute heads up… I guess I’ll chalk that up as a learning experience… #Learning
For Mag 309: In the set of her shoulders and the glint in her eye- is the quiet reassurance of certitude; and of knowing. That as certain as after day comes night, And with the wind comes chill, She wins… In the end.