Lively up yo’self
Tedious start to the blogging day — nine vaguely vile comments from Patrick, aka Micky. All zapped as spam. It is curious that the persistent efforts of a troll have united the recovery blogging...
View ArticleWrinkles in narrative time
Counting down to return, my life suspended and in a sad limbo right now. The effort of holding a difficult position gracefully and letting in the light. I took the bus out to Brecon and sat reading a...
View ArticleDay of Departure
Lay awake last night and spent some time looking at how I go about experiencing the thouight flitting back and forth in my mind, the fleeting emotional storms and body sensations. Hot, cold, anxious,...
View ArticleStorming Saturday
Well, it is the new moon in Virgo, but I shall not catch a glimpse of that until the black thunderclouds and storms have passed through the mountains. The village rainwashed and windswept, gales...
View ArticleThe weather a wilderness
Squalls of rain and galeforce winds — driving through the veld we saw Brahmin cattle standing with bowed heads in a field of low grey scrub. Farm dams rocked with choppy waves, black and indigo. The...
View ArticleCalling long-distance
When Una called from Johannesburg International Airport, the rain was crashing down so loudly I could hardly hear her. Her plane arrived half-an-hour early and she found a big Sotho airport official in...
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