Scribblings

Now Time for the Weather

Two weeks ago was hot, like a summertime inferno. One week ago was cold, like deep and despairing wintertime. And today it is warm. Cardigan weather, perhaps. It’s the time of year where the seasons flex their muscles and battle for dominance. It’s a tug of war that shifts the weather faster than I switch…… Continue reading Now Time for the Weather

Scribblings · Travel Diary

Home / Away

Coming home is the sweetest of the bittersweet moments. Home’s fragrant and warm and bright and blue skied, and London was grey and it was cold, and people stand in your way even if you have a suitcase, and you have to keep your purse close. But it was an electrifying chill which woke you…… Continue reading Home / Away

Scribblings · Travel Diary

The Extravaganza, and Home

My footprints are all over the globe, as I’ve trekked and trawled and slipped and stumbled in snow and rain and cyclonic winds. But also blue skies; bitterly cold, but blue. I’ve seen land locks and mountains and oceans, sailed canals and lakes, bathed in history, and seen four countries in one day. Tonight I’m…… Continue reading The Extravaganza, and Home

Scribblings

Finding Joy, Greeting Spring.

In life, you make joy or you find joy or you’re given joy, and when you discover a source of joy, you have to seize it. These joyful things slip away and reappear, or sprout  from somewhere unexpected, and that’s okay. Just make sure that your arms are always open to receiving joy, and your…… Continue reading Finding Joy, Greeting Spring.

Stream of Consciousness

Run On.

Isn’t it strange how medicine keeps people alive until they’re 100 but it can’t make their mind strong until 100 or their bones and their skin strong until 100, and the last 15 years are pretty unpleasant? And you can really see evolution chasing its tail, because we stay alive for so long but our…… Continue reading Run On.

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Rosie Chai

It’s warm inside which is lucky because it’s cold outside, because the sky’s realised it isn’t summer anymore and maybe it’s sorry for that heatwave which lasted for weeks. There’s smoke in the sky because all the fires are burning and one day we’ll be sorry for that pollution which lasted for centuries. But I…… Continue reading Rosie Chai