nothing more

I was asked yesterday, by someone who likes categories, ‘what I am’. I am agnostic at my centre, I replied, with Christian leanings. Which makes sense of why Lent is my favourite time of year. This is a random stream of consciousness to mark its beginning. Here we are at the beginning of the journey…

lent and borrowed

I like the correlation between lent and borrowed; that you can’t have one without the other. This time, this moment, this love, this air, this land – none of these are mine to own or control. We are all here for a fleeting moment, and illusions of anything else are laughable. I have a choice…

i give up

i turned left at the highway and walked into the desert. an act of choice, both of courage and of cowardice. i am kept alive not by searching for the oasis but by not being able to deny I am alone thirsty broken i give up believing otherwise i give up the mirage that falsely…

giving up for lent

I had high hopes for Lent this year – and I had a great plan which never ventured past the first step, solely because my particular areas of work have been a very low priority in my overall work and life recently. It’s a repeated story: a lot of my great plans have fallen apart…