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 Image by Roger Kirby As I write, a fine rain is falling with military regularity from a bland grey sky. The leafless, water-beaded branches of the trees register no motion apart from the odd flash of a falling droplet catching the light, and there’s a clammy, low-roofed calm pegged down over the town. It’s an eerie contrast to last night, which brought one [ . . . ] → Read More: Riding the storm  Image by Richard Dudley The hot summer day was subsiding into a warm, early-evening dusk. A slight breeze stirred the olive-green apostrophes of the leaves on nearby gum trees. I sat alone and cross-legged on a bare slab of concrete – the foundations of a house-to-be – which had absorbed the sun’s fierce energy all day and now gently radiated it back into [ . . . ] → Read More: A moment of clarity  Image by Lillian Nelson. Last summer, in a bout of inadvertent foresightedness, we had a lot of extra insulation installed in our drafty old cottage. This meant pulling down much of the ceiling, which in turn meant replastering and then redecorating. The process was slow and disruptive, but at the end of it our bedroom had transformed itself from a dark, green-carpeted, brown-varnished, [ . . . ] → Read More: Making the bed 
I‘m sitting and looking at the bookshelf – or, more precisely, the particular section of the bookshelf that might aptly be called the Shelf of Self. Life And How To Survive It. Zen And The Art Of Making A Living. What Should I Do With My Life? Downshifting. On Having No Head. Solitude. All these books are grappling, at some level, with the [ . . . ] → Read More: Old road, new step |
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