The Art of Staying

Today is my 86th birthday. You would never know it, would you, although that characterful grey spot in my hair is ever expanding. You...

The quality of the air has changed. Winter is releasing her compelling grip on the northern hemisphere, creating space within us and...

It’s 9:05 AM. Garden Party Sunday. I just made my way over to the hall to merrily deliver our contribution to the meal that anchors this...

Have you ever neared the end of assembling a jigsaw puzzle when finding the final few pieces seemed as elusive as a cup of tea in the...

Have you ever neared the end of assembling a jigsaw puzzle when finding the final few pieces seemed as elusive as a cup of tea in the...

So here we are, traversing the Atlantic once again, having bid a fond farewell to the old sod only moments ago. Our trip home has begun....

So here we are, traversing the Atlantic once again, having bid a fond farewell to the old sod only moments ago. Our trip home has begun....

These little journeys across the sea are always bookended by Germany at the beginning, to visit our friends there and Ireland at the end...

I was at a meeting this Winter when a groovy lady sporting a Doors t-shirt and a high ponytail confidently took the floor.  Looking like...

Early this morning, before the hustle and bustle of the day began, I received a quietly short but hugely powerful message from one of my...