that autumn place

October 30, 2017 § 12 Comments




That place where a month ago the swallows suddenly left and my brother died. That place where my green valley became a swirling mist and the slow river grew a blanket over itself.

The heron hides.

That place where the bees burrow into the dry moss and I shake out the winter duvet.

I am collecting apples. Wrapping each one in newspaper and storing them in wooden boxes.

I sweep leaves into hills for the hedgehogs.

In the woods the birds still sing. They start early, flittering. After midday the twilight comes quickly and I think only autumn thoughts as I kick through the leaves and turn my face towards that grey cloud that I know will pass.



How I Feel

October 7, 2017 § 13 Comments



How I feel when I breathe in that smell of rain-soaked earth.

When I drink too much and my voice comes out too loud.

When I touch my father’s false teeth.

When my mother’s eyes flickered open and stared at me the moment before she died.

When I close the door of my studio and think I’ll never paint again.

The warm lick of my daughter’s dog.

That silence in the middle of a conversation which I always want to fill and wish I didn’t.

When I regret I am in love.

When I get away with a small white lie.

When I have my hair cut and get bored listening to the gossip.

When the doorbell rings, or the phone, and I don’t feel like answering it.

When I don’t look forward to him coming home, because although I love him dearly I want to be by myself.

When I dream of my dead brother and we smile at one another and I know he’s not really gone at all. I just can’t see him.

And when a poem comes and I don’t have a pencil, so I race home holding it tight before I lose it. Sometimes it’s too fast and slippery and it escapes.

How I feel.




Image of ‘Christina’s World’ courtesy the estate of Andrew Wyeth


Today’s Quote

July 21, 2016 § Leave a comment

Soul Gatherings


I am always doing that which I cannot do,
in order that I may learn how to do it.

~ Pablo Picasso ~

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new weavings

May 16, 2016 § 8 Comments


A few followers have expressed an interest in my weaving.


  • I use a contemporary Japanese Saori loom, a work of art in itself.
  • I make scarves, shawls, runners, and wall hangings.
  • I use cotton, wool of any kind including yak, camel and cashmere, farmed and wild silk, bamboo and any other odd material I can find like hemp, soya, rose fibre, etc.
  • All the delicate pieces are woven using an ultra fine silk thread made in Japan which is wrapped around very fine stainless steel. It produces translucent and malleable pieces which can be bent into shape.



Here’s a sample of what I’ve been up to:

  • All these weavings are on their way to various exhibitions and perhaps will then be sold.
  • I hope to have a website dedicated to my work soon 🙂
  • And thank you, Chloe the wonderful dancer, for reminding me to do this! xxx

and thanks for looking…


wabi sabi

April 25, 2016 § 5 Comments


Best cat commercial EVER…from Resa HERDING CATS

October 10, 2015 § 6 Comments


Rethinking Life

Resa says:
October 9, 2015 at 9:52 pm (Edit)
LOL I luv it, too! have you ever seen the “Cat Herding” video? It’s up this alley! LOL

Thank you so much Resa…love this:)

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On Death, Dying and Depression: Dealing with our Darkest Days.

September 26, 2015 § Leave a comment

Gin Getz


Finding a bright side to a dark situation.

Going with it. Allowing it.  Honoring it.  Moving beyond not in spite of, but because of.

Because we can learn the greatest lessons from our darkest days.

This is the natural cycle of life. And death.


This is not what I meant to write about this week.  A whole essay on another topic open on my desk top ready to share with you.  It can wait.  This came up. And so we go with it. Ride the waves of life. For to miss out is to lose those greatest lessons.  This is living.


Here in the high country, rain and hail continue. Clear mornings bring heavy frost. Clouds amass by mid day and the sky is awash in striations of deep grey by afternoon. Maybe in evening after a good downpour, the sun will break through far to the…

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