massage

she finds tension that feels old, old, and releases it with a clear bright pain

Buddhist service

today I go through the motions, feel nothing
something changes all the same

lost day, a million small stones have trickled through my fingers

the week starts with a long, long list

an empty foil case, the cherry pie in my tummy, kaspa's, caroline's, dawn's.

forty minutes drive to a craft fair in a tiny village hall to buy a bag of rhubarb & custard boiled sweets for £1

the burbling of blackbirds. the light almost gone. underground, roots - growing.

unnoticed

the zip on my wallet - black with the paint rubbed off, uncovering layers of silver & of white

a haze hanging over everything. the magpie's rattle. pottery rabbits huddle under the hedge, waiting for the flowers.

in a coffee shop

a family of eight - foster kids, one in a pushchair. grandma. the girl with braces beams & beams.

goose-bumps, sadness & hunger around the edges

pale ceramic bird-shape hangs from invisible string and moves through the air, slowly, slowly, slowly tracing half-circles

Our first three golden crocuses, shining from under the hydrangea...

my first proper hug from eight month old anusha

happy to be me&you, here

atishooo

planting seedlings into new pots
giving their roots room to breathe

the rain turns to snow...

a four-chocolate-biscuit-day

pie with burn edges. I eat them anyway.

where did friday go?

pin-pricks of blue - early irises... the wind ruffles the trees like a young boy's hair

today's tight neck, when I tip my ear towards my shoulder, snap crackles & pops.

a swathe of bright reflected light on the car down the street shouts for attention in this dull grey morning

too many words. not enough time.

buddhist study morning

we talk about how to live well. we disagree. we acknowledge the infinite depths of our foolishness. we eat cherry cake.

Pookie at the art workshop

She drags her white tail through fresh pink & blue paint and decorates my hand. Later we find a trail of splodges on the floor. Cat art.

a single snowdrop. on lifting her head, she shows me her delicate green.