#Death – Becoming The Muse

Of An Ode To Time

18 Sep 201818 Sep 2018

Existing as a whole, Yet uniquely, Fragmented, Balanced, The weakness of strength Counter balanced by The strength in weakness Infinite possibilities, All linked, as the time piece turns, Measuring, Ticking,…

Of Coffee And The Simple Life

20 Aug 201820 Aug 2018

Of coffee with the simple life….. If you were having coffee with me, I would tell you I had to initially draft this post, the hard way, by candlelight, on…

Of Coffee, Condolences and Hugs

9 Jul 20189 Jul 2018

If you were having coffee with me we would be having a cuppa ginger and honey tea, I am trying to soothe away a cold and bring some warmth into…

Of Coffee And The Untimely Visitor

24 Jul 201724 Jul 2017

If you were having coffee with me, I would say it is a pleasure having you here. I may not tell you enough or at all that when you drop…

Of My Father’s Watch

25 Feb 201726 Feb 2017

My Father’s Watch My father had a watch, a Seiko Kinetic automatic watch, stainless steel with 17 jewels. You know the kind you don’t wind up, and as long as…

Defining Moments…

Of Fifty Strands Of Grey

22 Feb 201723 Feb 2017

Titanium pearl Metallic graphite Silver dusk Ash black All shades of grey and counting …

Of remembering the dead

18 Sep 201518 Sep 2015

Funerals are more an affair for the living than for the dearly departed, a closure (of sorts) and a start, at healing (never completely). The place they (the dead) lay…