Musings

What’s next? Let’s see. Ah, this sentence apparently, and after this one there comes another, and another. “But what are you actually saying Jim? What’s the point, the meaning to…

Honouring the ingenious structure of this human body: the bones, cells, tissues, organs, muscles and ligaments; all operating together with astonishing organisation; an exquisite masterpiece of engineering 13.7 billion years...

As I lie here on the floor, the image comes of an Egyptian mummy: the body bound in linen wrappings and laid inside a coffin deep beneath the sands. Then…

Ah, love love love. I want to land it here in the physical: to sing it, dance it, make it, cry it, laugh it, roar it; to celebrate this wonder…

I see you. I acknowledge you. “It’s not safe” is your mantra. To emerge from the shadows, and openly express your sweet sensitivity, means to be crushed, humiliated, and painfully…