Early September passed by in a blur and suddenly I am halfway across the world, in Guangzhou, China. I have to remember to phone at different times, I am now hours ahead of all of them, not behind them. I left Block Island, as always, beautiful. As I traveled, Scotland decided to remain part of … More A World of Difference
Especially to all my USA friends and family after the ‘shutdown’. I have been watching and hoping from NZ that all this absurdity would not prevail and more – not harm or hurt any of you too much. I thought it was all blackmail and irresponsibility, etc etc, but also wondered about how this came … More That shutdown: thoughts and theories
I have not been blogging much Trying to write some confused confusing thoughts Read some of my favourite poetry instead Find it is said quite well Mornings at Blackwater by Mary Oliver For years, every morning, I drank from Blackwater Pond. It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt, the feet of ducks. … More Poems say it
The title to this post is a quote from my Mum, where she got it I do not know. Sidey suggested an unusual theme this week – she said: it is a garbled version of a Thoreau comment. Enterprises that require new clothes So I didn’t have any ideas apart from emperors and nakedness which … More Clothed in green, not fit to be seen
Friday went OK – up at 5am Edinburgh time, taxi to airport, plane to London, plane to Boston, train and taxi to Point Judith, made the 5 pm [East USA time] ferry to Block Island. So, that’s 17 hours travel with not much sleeping time. On the long flight I watched the persian film “A … More Welcome to Block Island
This is a response to Sidey’s weekly theme: A bicycle made for two, or one. Kate has already written a brilliant post which echoes many of my thoughts about tandems – so read about that on her blog here. She also quoted the song Daisy Daisy…give me your answer do. This is a name, and … More On bicycles and daisies
After birthday excitement, where presents continued to be very successful choices, foot high roaring dinosaur for Louis and noisy truck for Ali, and appreciative boys for grown-ups, the next day was Thursday 1st September and first day of new school. Now, the ‘old’ school was just five minutes boy-walk from our door, so was very … More Walking to … and from … school
It is difficult to do anything about anything here but over and over again I find I am feeling political and wish I had the ability or confidence to find a way to act. Even within the family I feel ‘wrong’ but mother-in-laws and grandmothers learn fast that speaking out is never a way forward. … More Feeling political
My World, Your World, One World 