LUPUS IN FLIGHT

A week ago was an IVIg day. For a year, protocol has required me to have a covid test on the Thursday before the Sunday infusion, but rollin...

I am surrounded by churches in the village where I live. Samwise and I turned right today, and walked down to the church past the railway li...

This morning’s strange dreams were interrupted by a phone call. ‘I’m going to make you very happy,’ said my immunology nurse (after commenti...

They disappear the girls, But it's the men who blur, for me. Whose father, did what, when, With whose aid, why - I care less Ab...

Evening. The sun has set, I think. The day has faded away, and I haven't really paid attention. The twins left this morning en route t...

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...

There is a nun in South Korea who walked up the side of a mountain to Baekyangsa temple, when she was seventeen, and her mother had just d...

Sleep has always been a shy, mysterious, elusive sheep for me - rarely does she come when I call. But lately, sleep is more fractured th...

It is silly for the wave to long to be merged with the big ocean and the wide open sea. She is the ocean. She is the sea.           ...

Yesterday it poured all day, and long into the night. June's roses have taken quite a beating. Will they recover? At the hospital my ...

On BBC radio, there used to be a programme called A History of the World in 100 Objects : the presenter takes a single object and pursues it...

Give me peat fires and candles lit at the Church of Mercy Give me soft haze of blue mountains and sharp edges of ice on our way to Th...

Yesterday found me at the Arts Picturehouse -watching Aung San Suu Kyi in a brief documentary about her early years as a North Oxford housew...

I have not been sleeping well lately. Actually, most nights I can't or don't know how to fall asleep at all. Long after dawn breaks,...