A restless person’s guide to a walking meditation
I am restless by nature. There. A confession. Undeniably a deficit in my character. FOMO at its worst.
How does your sun?
In Alison Holst’s sunset the sea creams like butter wind serrates the shallowson the earth’s warm crust For Daniel Vettori, the sun dips over a shimmering pitch knocks out distant island stumps spins on towards the clouds As the sun sets for Mel Gibson Barocca slips into blue Tequila fizzes like a wave retreating the […]
The return
And again I see the long pouring headland,And smoking coast with the sea high on the rocksThe gulls flung from the sea, the dark wooded hillsSwarming with mist, and mist low on the sea. And on the surf-loud beach the long spent hulksThe mats and splintered masts, the fires kindledOn the wet sand, and men […]
Welcome
I was going down the wooden steps onto the beachon a fine early spring day and there they wereto meet me, Bill, Rach and Elsa,standing on the tide-‐line waving out. I was wearing an orange jacket. Elsawas in her grandpa’s arms and when she saw mecoming out of nowhere her grin was brilliantwith recognition and […]