Running until our lungs give out But strong enough to laugh and shout Slowing down, stopping to rest Lost in the moment, catching our breath Prisoners no more of time or space Flying fleet-footed, not leaving a trace Behind us the footprints and settling dust Are merely a memory, for the future we must Become…
Tribute to my dad
Barry Himsworth 16/05/1946 – 12/05/2023 My dad would’ve turned 77 this week. He passed end of last week after a two and a half year…
Transcendent, raging beauty
(I wrote this several years ago, when a blog was a mere pipedream) I had already made my way to the door as the train…
Dein Herz ist schön
„Mama, mach mal was für Dich, dann bist Du wieder fröhlich!“, so sagt es meine Tochter am Abendbrottisch ganz sachlich zu mir. Das sitzt. Es…
Bend but don’t break
Snow is beautiful. It turns the normal, the everyday, into something profound. It all looks different, invites us to look at the world around us…
The cycle home
The pitter-patter of rain on my jacket. I notice it as I turn off the main road, down the ramp, to the cycle path along…
We should be on fire
The fire inside: don’t put it out True beauty is found in true identity and character—the closer I get to my true self, the more…
The breath of the morning*
I briefly laid next to my daughter on her bed last night as she was drifting off to sleep. Through the skylight above her bed…
Jetzt ist gut
Kurz nach den Sommerferien sind sie auf einmal da. Die Spätsommertage klingen noch warm nach, der Duft von Flammkuchen und Kürbissuppe füllt die Häuser und…
Beauty is only skin deep?
Beauty is only skin deep? There is a superficial, aesthetic beauty—subjective, in the eye of the beholder. It can be ostentatious, signalling status and material…