Things I Like — Reading as a Grown-up

I have always loved reading, the devine pleasures of losing oneself in emotions and ideas and adventures not your own. Gradually, a style entirely new has entered my reading lexicon. One which juggles layers of knowing and understanding and meta-textuals — historical, cognitive and narratalogical — which, quite simply, feels like dancing with a talented partner. … Continue reading

Things I Like — Long Walks

Is there any feeling more delicious than taking a long, leisurely stroll and watching the world, or the woods, or the surf flicker by? Well, yes. The bit where you get home from said walk. You take off your shoes, stretch out on something soft, and have a tasty snack; feeling refreshed with a smidgen … Continue reading

Things I Like — Rain

Many poets have written of its smells and texture and taste. So much so I can feel it even now in this chair. I love every type, from mizzling damp dust to torrential waterfalls, flexing their crackling power overhead. I love the coziness of indoor refuge and retreat. I love the pounding aliveness of getting … Continue reading

Things I Like — Gardens

Last night I was browsing online garden catalogues. Even pixelated pictures of plants make me happy. There is something hopeful and promising about the rows and columns of flourishing foliage. You too can be host to such splendour! they say. But I can’t. I’ve killed every plant I’ve ever had, some in record time. I … Continue reading

Things I Like — Free Museums

Public spaces are meant for sharing. Sharing knowledge and ideas and artefacts. Of who we are, of what came before. Places for asking questions more than finding answers, and exploring uncomfortable things unencumbered and unafraid. I like the old fashioned traditions of hallowed halls and atria, places full of light and cool marble and a … Continue reading

Things I Like — Early Mornings

The space between dawn and Doing Things is exquisite. Same with a toddler. Post-nap snuggles are particularly precious. You know what screaming and banging are to come when they remember their faculties. Here, in the liminal place, you can both just be soft. I don’t like to talk in the morning, will actively avoid people. … Continue reading

Saying It

Sometimes the right words illuminate the ineffable, sharpening my deepest eyes. But sometimes words are blunt tools dulling the sky with clumsy half-formed shapes. Lately it’s the latter. So I haven’t been writing much. Sometimes life is too big for words I guess. I’m on a new, scary exciting path. It fills me with hope … Continue reading

Entering Day 3 of Virulent Illness. I find, more often than I’d like to admit, that sickness strikes when I most need it. An imposed hiatus of silence in which the deeper, whispered truths of myself cannot be drowned out by commuter’s road rage or a long list of To Dos. Even if they were … Continue reading

Learning Life

Life, I think, is a Sisyphean feat of learning. How ever much knowledge and self awareness is gained, the universes inside and outside your skin are infinitely larger and more nuanced than can be truly understood. At times this is a great awe-inspiring comfort; the world is magnificent in its oldest senses. There is boundless, … Continue reading

My Office

For the first time, I have my own office. I am so excited to have my own work space. I usually end up in a bullpen style open plan office when I’m working for clients and I cannot wait to Get Things Done somewhere quiet. But I’m nervous, too. I’ve not been office-bound for years. … Continue reading