Thoughts

Changing my Story

1 Sep 2020

I need to change my story that goes “My father almost died”. I was speaking to my friend Sam. I was sitting in the same spot in the garden that I’d been sitting in a few days earlier holding a dove that had flown into a window. A raptor was sitting in a tree opposite us. Waiting. I held the dove to protect it from a certain death. It was on the anniversary of my mother’s passing. I was not…

Enshrouded

29 Aug 2020

Thoughts

This morning I wake to whiteness outside – to a thick fog that has enveloped us. All that is visible are the trees in the garden. Gone is the other side of the dam, the scattered farm buildings and orchards on the hill and the mountains that watch over us. The dam water reflecting the soft silver of the morning as it merges with the mist. I am held in the song of birds. In the distance a tractor starts.…