Night & Morning

  I want some music in my life, so evening finds me in a bar in Agonda, a long moon shaped bay fringed with palm trees and beach shacks & for those with the inclination ample watering holes in which to have a drink or two. As I count myself as one of those people … More Night & Morning

La vie sauvage

Sunday morning and I begin to stir, the dinosaur rumbles into life, these last few days after several years of always waking crazily early I am instead waking several hours later than usual, what is this I wonder, why the change, a month into my time in India? Why now? There’s an unfamiliar sound outside … More La vie sauvage

The Lunch

Dark brown eyes kohl framed look at me across a dining table in London’s west end on a weekday lunchtime in late October. After the best part of four years this is the first occasion on which me and the X have sat and talked together on any meaningful level, it’s arguable it has been … More The Lunch

Light Traveller

Let’s make a pact you & me places to go and things to see No heavy baggage a pain to carry let’s travel light, ditch yesterdays old clothes that don’t fit carried far, serve no more let’s travel light, you & me & possibility  

Headman

  The Headman It’s his shoes I become aware of first, in a crowded noisy hall in Picadilly, you can tell they cost a packet, brown leather brogues, very English. With each brown brogue footstep across flagstone floor the audience hubbub decreases as the man we are here to see approaches a small podium upon … More Headman

Out of Time

      There are some wonderful photos at the Science Museum’s Illuminating India gallery, depicting 150 years of Indian Photography, amongst one of the many photos that grabbed me was a picture of a father & daughter. Perhaps it would be better to say that there was something haunting in the photo, the subjects … More Out of Time

Fireside

Far away you and I on the beach sand by a crackling fire. Reds & golds light your face I listen as you tell me your stories. Of the roads you have travelled the people lost & people found Of days your heart was broken Of  lovers who healed The nights when the moon was … More Fireside

England Autumn

Rays of sunlight pierce the green forest canopy above me on my morning walk. They make me think of stage lights at a theatre, beams spotlight patches of furry moss,  the forest floor cluttered with a carpet of fallen leaves that  touch every possible shade of russet & brown & gold. Tree trunks wider than … More England Autumn

Mindless Meditation

The search for enlightenment takes me to a room in London chock-a-block with Buddhists, we are going to meditate. I’ve listened earnestly to the instructions from the teacher  Rinke-Dinke-Rinopoche ( what are the chances of a white anglo saxon man from Surrey being named thus – what a world of eternal surprises I inhabit ). I … More Mindless Meditation