Dark day

Dragging heels. Submersion for hour long bathing periods. Clinging to the cold side of the tub, a bare back/a hair stroke/a  hand squeeze to alleviate head long confusion and aches. A long way from departure yet a close encounter with suffering. Everyone  struggles in the January bleak. Memories wreak havoc on the frequency bar and need not become habitual comforts. Meditating through the trapeze act with only a few more catches to make.  

January Casualty

A little robin flew into the bedroom window of my dads house in Lincolnshire. I felt the need to give it  a small memorial. Thanks to my dad for sending me his portrait.

Wrapping up two zero zero eight

Farewell Last, Welcome New Year. A fortnight away, spent on two coastlines was the remedy for a clearing of the decks, a reassessment of needs/must. Frosty crisp midnight skies signal a homecoming, a return to form. Letters of thanks, coated in paper-lined envelopes, decorated with out-seasoned stamps line the correspondence table awaiting an expedition to the out post. An un-thumbed journal encourages  list composing to order thoughts, dreams and most importantly, desires. Counting down to simplicity, 23 days before my 24 hour journey, keeping head above water.