Poetry, music, love

 Through the Front Window 

Leaves flicker in anticipation.

When they are gone,

Branches will sway and twist.

Everything is music, is dance.

Coloured lights will reveal on hills.

Bobbing, as boats in a bay, 

Winking, twinkling.

Everything is art.

Reading the poetry and works of Czelsaw Milosz, Boris Pasternak and Anna Akhmatova over the next wee while to sustain the soul.

Taken up singing with a classical choir whilst in search of Jazz and Ella’s song book. I think the music’s coming back to Wool City.

Black mohair project almost at completion.

Poetry, music, love….what else do you need apart from a good soup for lunch. Broccoli and green lentil today.



Dushmani – on division

Hisao. Life story. If one takes the time to listen to life stories, one learns. To learn is the aim of we humans. Sometimes you have to be the first to listen. To do so without judging, is tricky. Finding the common ground is also a walk over a bed of nails. But common ground we must strive towards despite our feelings. That doesn’t mean no protest, no anger, no disaffection. Nor does it mean we have to give up everything. But we have to give up something. On all sides. And those who are far too brick-headed and full of ego need to be taught by those who understand that we learn together. Until then, division will rule us through whomever it is favouring. There are two kinds of peace: positive and negative. Positive peace enables. As for equality and fairness, isn’t that what we all want. As well as a planet that is safe to live on. Mother Earth and all her little babies need us grown-ups to get our act together. Thoughts. Feelings. Actions. Think a little differently. Feel a little differently. Act a little differently. And as someone said – change and the world changes with you.
P.S. Dushmani is a word common to the Balkans and to the east of them. It represents the snake, as the enemy. It’s a metaphorical term we all know and understand. A word ingrained.
More to come….

cat cutting apophis