Strike while the head wears the crown

There’s no fun in trying to depose a king when his head no longer wears the crown. Their’s no sense of victory or glory if his head is already rolling in the streets, kicked their by someone who thought they were helping. No. You have to strike that blow yourself while the crown still sits…

Silence makes the heart grow fonder (2)

I can’t hear a sound she makes as she sits at my feet and plays. It’s not a bad thing not being able to hear my daughters laughter. It means I get to study her face more closely, notice the dimples as the begin to develop in her pudgy cheeks. I get to justify the…

Silence makes the heart grow fonder

She sits quietly at the window, scissors in hand, a basket of fresh cut flowers at her feet. We’ve been married for 65 years tomorrow, would you believe that? And for 65 years, on Wednesday mornings at 7am she wonders into the gardens I planted for her, and collects an arrangement. Without a word she…

Beauty visits once a year (2)

Tabitha, a biblical name meaning beauty, the name of my daughter. She has grown into a young woman now and has her own life. She lives far away, across the oceans in a city I’ve never seen. She comes to visit me once every year on my birthday.

Beauty visits once a year (1)

The days are long, cold and grey. Nothing changes, nothing grows, nothing sings or dances here. Stillness. That is, until beauty arrives. For one, single, glowing, colour filled day, every year the world is set to rights. The air moves, making everything it touches dance. Voices rise with joy long held in check. A rainbow…