Richmond Park

I’ve been inspired to write about the idyllic London bliss that is Richmond Park for a while, but this morning, oh this morning!

I woke, everything seemed muffled, softer sounding and brighter. I knew that ‘awful’ Beast from the East had returned while we were sleeping Continue reading “Richmond Park”

The basics.

The bemo (a small minibus with somehow enough space to supposedly seat twelve adults and with enough character to run its own comedy night) turned through the contrast of grey concrete decorated with colour and chaos of the city streets. Twisting and turning, leaving behind the concrete structures, moped and vehicle pollution and instead moving forwards as the view opened up into the fresh air of the countryside and bamboo structures ahead.

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The most precious thing.

It was coy, quiet, barely audible, a whisper.

Can I be heard?

‘Hello, hi’

It’s good to see you again, thank you for this opportunity, I so would like to make up for lost time, but I need to make time to apply the lessons you have taught me, everything I’ve been willing and not so willing to learn from you. I’ve been learning, you’ve helped me.

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The Garden I Grew Up In – Bees and Butterflies

Bees

I’m here, laying on the grass of the garden I grew up in. I’m watching the honey bees elegantly dance over and cling like hummingbirds on the clover blooms. The light of the evening sun is illuminating the subtle colours and its warmth is welcomed.
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Barefoot.

Is it coincidence that this morning I looked at my bare feet, amazed at how the bright pink nail varnish that I had applied in Ubud almost two months ago was still there – reminding me daily of the warm love of Bali.

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