One of my favourite aspects of the current series of Doctor Who is the way in which the writers and cast have sculpted a narrative that normalises the process of grief and recovery. I took the opportunity to reflect on this in some detail in my latest article for Verbal Remedy.
‘Recovery and reconciliation are major themes in six of Series Eleven’s first seven episodes, lending truth and pathos to the characters’ respective struggles in this area. The life of a time traveller is a perpetual journey of loss and new beginnings.’
You can read the full piece here
Emerging briefly to announce the release of my new article for PETRIe Inventory, on the subject of what meditation brings to modern life. Always interested to hear what you think. Read the piece below, then come back and leave a comment?
Went to a kirtan (devotional chanting) session today. This came out.
The Tree of Life
The Tree of Life
Within me and around me
A channel for pure energy
Breath flows, in and out
Easy and freeLeave the world behind, and become complete.
Peace enters where there is space
Where there is peace, joy lives
Our nature is as peaceful, joyful beings.
I’m taking a break from the introspective pieces, for today at least, to reflect on world events. I was, and am, deeply affected by the passing of the great Merle Haggard. As a country music fan, and a musician, I have deep respect for him. This piece has no title.
For day 5 of National Poetry Month, a poem I have tried not to write. This time of year has certain resonances that I have struggled with in the past. This piece had to come out. Continue reading
This is the first of my entries for Poem a Day April 2016.
Eyes closed to earthly duty
I befriend the Silence
Surrounded by it, nowhere to run;
Truth and I might have crossed paths
I doubt I would have known
Now I know her touch
You might even say I am in love with Truth
I bow to the silence
Where it would have shrouded me before
I welcome the chance to rewrite history
And henceforward, call silence my friend.
Today marks World Poetry Day. In celebration, I am sharing one of my favourite writings. I composed this piece in honour of my dear friend Freddie Kemp, and read it at his memorial. I am slowly living up to the laudable goal I set for myself.
One Day Soon
One day, soon
I will pick up my pen
Or perhaps poise fingers over keyboard
And the words will flow
I will find a way to express
The depth of this pain
The paradoxical grief
For he is not ‘gone’, he is free
Except for this: freedom, in the early days
Feels a lot like absence
Not quite ready to accept
That this was the only way
He would ever be free
I should have said more
Taken more time, spent more time
Now there is nothing but time
But it is time without him
Time without the one who made us laugh
Who inspired us to be more than we might otherwise have been
Demonstrated the real meaning of rising above
To become ten times the person any of us could ever hope to be
One day soon, I will find the words
To show how much I loved him
To speak of the depth of the loss
To celebrate, rather than mourn…
One day, soon.
Last week, I wrote that ‘the most important thing about writing is finding a rhythm’. Like everything else in writing, that is far easier said than done. I appreciate that now, after a very challenging writing week. Continue reading