LUPUS IN FLIGHT

Plugged in or plugged out, no escape. Even the monastery, even the future  of bees - a stranger  even cut down  our trees. We march to its b...

This afternoon, I had my first vaccine jab. Twelve weeks to go before vaccine part two. Which means it will be May. Imagine that. Imagine wi...

While I was in hospital, my friend Victoria sent me photographs of her garden. There are gardens in my hospital, one in particular that I cl...

In Moonlight, Black Boys Look Blue . This was the original title for Barry Jenkins' Oscar winning film 'Moonlight'. The f...

for Richard, who misses my blog posts It seems strange to speak of joy, or write of joy, when all around us joyless events directed by...

Sometimes I am compelled to watch a movie. I will make a concerted effort to trek to the arts picture house, buy a ticket and immerse. Las...

Outside, I hear morning birds and someone begins the onerous task of sweeping dust. Dust in India cannot be swept away. Can be swept from h...

Tucked away inside a wooden cabinet, I find the Tibetan Book of Living and Dying. Books can save your life, some say they can even ...

Renoir If I were to marry it would surely be springtime in England; The birds would sing sweetly all morning and                  ...

Light dances on the willow tree Light, that too fleeting moment of green, heat, nowness. Suchness is this autumn light, this neve...

It is nearly two am. Another night of a churning mind. Did you know the secret rule to solving insomnia is 'not minding'? Not mindin...