Thursday, 31 December 2009

The Weight of Dreams

I awoke from sleep dragging a dream with me. It was out of place in my dark bedroom, it sat uncomfortably on the edge of my bed. Tipped and unbalanced by its unexpected weight, I threw off the covers, fumbled for my clothes and stumbled into the day.

"All the things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams." - Elias Canetti

Friday, 25 December 2009


Scattered strips of bright orange peel - a surreal sculpture in the dim light. Crumpled wrapping paper bubbles and spills from over full bins. Cats pounce and stalk on the once safe fluffy rug, transformed by new toys into a different and exciting place. Their ignored and unfamiliar fish treats stare menacingly upward, stranded and lifeless on the wooden floor.

"The cat was created when the lion sneezed." - Arabian Proverb

Wednesday, 23 December 2009


Outside it is silent as dawn breaks, pale pink tones added to the fading grey of night. The snow covered scene is breathtaking, a magical land beyond my window. All is calm, all is still, all is white. Another day begins.

"A thousand men can't undress a naked man." - Greek Proverb

Friday, 18 December 2009


The land has been whitewashed overnight, the early morning light has a gloss white glare, illuminating golden yellow curtains and prewarning me of the change that has been wrought outside of my window. Huge flakes swirl in random patterns sculpted by the blustery wind.

"To let go of stress-let go of preconceived notions of how things should be." - Michael Singer

Wednesday, 9 December 2009

No Sound

Up before dawn and it is silent, no sound but my fingertips tapping the soft black keys. The darkness is palpable, I can feel its weight. I watch through my window, ignoring the glare of my own reflection, as the dense blackness softens and begins to fade and once again light seeps in to the waking world.

"Night is a world lit by itself." - Antonio Porchia

Friday, 4 December 2009

Early Morning Light

Early morning, the soft pink light casts descriptive shadows. Contoured limbs become feathery branches brushing the watery pale blue sky. Behind them, the ghost of the full moon patiently waits as the Sun rises.

"Man is nature as much as the trees." - Dan Kiley

Wednesday, 2 December 2009

Strange Light

A fine mist drapes the treetops, wrapping the scene beyond my window. Still air and strange light highlights the intricately patterned lichen, modern art on twisting ancient branches. The yellow of the blackbirds beak shines like a tiny golden sun on this grey green morning.

"The appreciation of life becomes your spiritual practice." - Caroline Myss

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