O, what a joy to be young again. To be stumbling, searching, learning, growing once again. To be catching, missing, bumbling, fumbling once again. What a joy it must be to know once again that the joy you once felt, you’ll feel once again, that the path you once took, you’ll take back again. What’s this peace, what…
D’etre
Increasingly, I understand the risks you took, what it meant and how there was no more that you could do. How as I grew into a shape and form you knew it was harder to believe that the risk was worth the wait. Increasingly I understand how to assume that risk can be taken without considerable pains to the heart…
Keep Farming
Creation echoes the creator. Ideas can only mirror the culture from which they are born and their modifications only move them closer or further from the original place. In this way imagining the future can only be understood if you ask yourself – what future? Whose future? From where does this future grow? And in knowing this it becomes apparent…
Slower is faster
You will know it is your time when you begin to see the signs. When the sound of the world is the beat of your heart and the musicians are belching out your problems. When the winds of the global politic turn, sending water over your farm that it may rain. You will know that the world is moving…
The water
RIP Chukwuemeka Akachi A young man has let go and I am angry. I am angry because a young man has let go. Because it continues not to seem possible. Because this path we pursue pins us in dark corners thinking ourselves into traps that we can’t escape. Because life support is expensive and alchemy…
Waiting on the wind
The art of watching the wind is one that has been practiced for centuries yet it seems to be the art the we know the least about. Maybe this is because we can’t see the wind, only the way the branches move, the way dust rises and the chill on your skin. And even then one only knows that “now”…
Stay Fed
Don’t bite the hand that fixed the tire that held up the car that delivered the parcel that contained the gift that pleased the person who wrote the cheque that paid the fees which educated the lady who wrote the poem that inspired the entrepreneur who started the company that hired the woman who gave birth to you.
Soft Landings
(a prayer) “regrets collect like old friends, here to relive your darkest moments” Shake it Off, Florence and the machine “Fallin’, dreamin’, talkin’ in your sleep I know you want to cry all night, all night Plottin’, schemin’, finding Reason to defend all of your violent nights” Violent crimes, Ye And when we remember may we always be careful…
The space of desire is strange
What the space of desire, requires, inspires, within us within us is strange. How the space we desire, the moves are required the people inspired – we’re strange. How the strange, are required, they look, they desire, the space we require it’s strange. How the space we desire, inspires within us the stranger, the danger, we’re safe.…
A meditation on grief
I still grieve in private. Maybe it’s because absence is unquantifiable in collective terms. There is no “we” to the way we experience others. Even in the situation of a group of close friends the way people relate to each other varies. This means that the absence of any single person will still be felt by the individuals in the…