Tag Archives: life and death

Riding the rollercoaster

The day did not start well, either for me or the little fish I had to remove from the tank. It was no surprise that it was dead this morning… it had been looking a little off-colour the night before, … Continue reading

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Revealing #midnighthaiku

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Kindred #midnighthaiku

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Finale #midnighthaiku

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Silent worlds unseen Beyond imagination Whisper at the door Whose are the voices that call Are they within or without… On which side of the door do I stand? Am I in life or death, or does life to one … Continue reading

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Haunting #midnighthaiku

There are many burial mounds dotted around the ancient landscape of Avebury, echoing perhaps, in miniature, the great mound of Silbury Hill. Some are round barrows, others sheem to shadow the shape of the ceremonial stone axes that have been … Continue reading

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The walking dead…

We had been engaged in one of those long existential debates, discussing life, death and the possibilities of what might come before and after. The debate had gone on for some time, discussion had gone deep and we had covered … Continue reading

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A ghost of myself

I pull to the side of the road. The screech of sirens and the flashing blue lights of an ambulance head towards my village. For a moment I am simply grateful that my younger son sold his motorbike, even though … Continue reading

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The Feathered Seer – The bitter drop

‘If you have not lived through something it is not true’ Kabir The fourth ritual took us to a place of fear. Within the local landscape there is a high place that had, for a long time, remained hidden from … Continue reading

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Flying high

There was a heron in the garden when I arrived at my son’s home a little before eight o’clock. It stood on the deck, almost as tall as me, and looked me in the eye. For a moment there was … Continue reading

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