When one catand two of the dogs have me upway, way before the sunwhere most wearily, one is calledto begin a day, not yet dawningyou might then ask yourself, Whereis the light? when yesterday’s stench of decomposingmisogynistic infirmitywafting up from…
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This morning in the garden,I am thinking about how weharbour shame in our bodieshow we then come to coat ourselves with this shameas amour,how we righteously and continuously thrust it forthas shieldand wield it,fiercely and vigilantlyas swordand how in our…
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I’m not afraid to tell you,it’s been a really hard three weeksrelative to me, anywaywhere I will walk around with a label‘Functioning Depressive’ stamped and flashing subtle warnings, on the underside of awhite flag that I carry in defeat as…
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This morning feels, daunting … ? uncertain… ? worrisome… ? tentative… ?twenty-four brand new hours, and all that,in the province where I live, politics may bethe word of the dayyet comes with the unusual (for me) feeling ofwho caresit’s all…
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As if to tie an invisible thread between usto somehow keep you afloat At the weekend, in a moment of full exhaustive overwhelmI am reduced to waving the white flagand whole heartedly crying my eyes outwith the dogs (of all…
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When one’s first instinctalwaysis to hide the origins of whichareso deeplysown forever mappingthe wayswe inhabittheworld much importance is puton the spacesof our own makingsafety as it were, in familiar surroundings fences andgates comfort in knowing, in trustingimpermanenceover shamefacedfailings when one…
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Days when I have been thinking ofsending you love,joy or maybe just the lightest touch ofgrace I wouldn’t tell you anything at allabout the hurtful things of the worldof things we cannot solve or eraseof the marks to be left…
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How very quickly thingsare subjecttochange as this morning begins gently,and in comfortcoffee and a bookthen quite abruptly changes intochaos and rather sudden overwhelmthe joys of a blissful quiet sit with the dogscareens off course into patience stretched thin with thevery…
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“First let me tell you everything that’s happened since you left”, I will say through the window, you see I sensed she’d gone off to the woods to walk quietly among the bluebells and to have a serious talk with the trees about things…
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I carry words in my pocket like love and delight like wonder and like grace find it quite comforting to always know, exactly where to find them and like gratitude, now that one slips into my palm with a smooth silkiness that always feels as if it…
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