(To be read slowly letting each line wash over you.) The warmth of the summer breeze as you stroll on shores soft sand. The hand of the new born in your palm, eyes making contact for first time. The Love of your partner. The shoulder needed to cry on, provided without judgement. The laughter of...
(Take a moment and think about all that means) Some claim to be the seekers of a new world. That where the nonsense of the surrounds today is made null. Yet apart from those flashing lights onto today's latest hypocrisy, the latest abuse or cheat caught doing what cheats do, have we really considered all?...
Through the child’s eyes. So much excitement as the bar clicks closed to hold you fast, hardly able to remain seated, the trill about to consume all. Slowly the giant eases to life, moving up and away from the ground. Gently the breeze increases on your face as height gained slowly. Before you all the...
Since first days of childhood, all our time spent building blocks. As the child it might have been the colours, that first witness to the eye. Or the texture that drew you in. The effort to stretch out and play rewarded ten fold, again and again. Stacking stepped aside when “something inside” became the prize....
