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Monthly Archives: June 2011
Somewhere in the Desk a Memory Lies
Her dad is eighty eight, not in the best of health . There is no choice: he must go to a home. The daughter is worried but her day is filled with work and battling through the grind of middle age. She has her … Continue reading
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Where the heartbeat lies
I remember sitting by my mother’s bed in hospital as she rested. I watched her breathing rise and fall . Some infection had invaded her body and we were just waiting for “things to take their course”. Every now and … Continue reading
Customs and Differences
Yesterday me and my partner enjoyed one of those universal pleasures which unite us all. We went round to see some friends and welcome their new baby into the world. They had longed for this baby forever and it’s arrival … Continue reading
My Brother’s Eyes
Who loves a struggling man uncertain of his place. A doubting prophet or a bankrupt sage. Bereft of friends who wanders on alone. All men are strangers in his eyes. Rushing through, it seems, their busy lives, their glance is cursory at … Continue reading
Map Reading in Bad Weather
Some years ago I took my eldest daughter to look at a prospective university. It was in a medium sized city largely unknown to us. We had no satellite navigation and an ordinary country map to guide us but signs to the … Continue reading
One of the Awkward Squad
Once, in another life, I was privileged to walk along a beach near a school, group or colony of Sea Lions. I’m not sure of the correct technical term. What intrigued me about them was how fat, clumsy and lazy they … Continue reading
Two sides of a Coin
On the Sunday morning we went for a breakfast at an open air cafe near a local bridge ,so we could watch the early morning activities of the swans, geese and ducks . After sitting down and munching happily through our feast our … Continue reading
A Passing Moment
I watch an old man sweep the shopping mall as though he is praying. He lifts his eyes to mine. Soft, brown and accepting. What history lies buried in that gaze. You can’t begin to understand it but there is no challenge there: … Continue reading
we live in a house of many rooms
But many of them are unfurnished and unlit. Those rooms are the possibilities afforded by our personalities and abilities. Gradually, if misfortune strikes, we will turn off the lights of one room after another, till the warm and blazing mansion of personality is now some … Continue reading
Golfing Anarchy
When the girls were small I used to go out and play nine holes of golf at 6.30am on a Saturday morning so I would be home in time to play with them when they awoke. I enjoyed my golf but … Continue reading