Sitting in a Larchmont living room, I listen with one ear open as my daughter and her piano teacher walk amidst the fine details of a Bach piece
All tagged Buddhism
Bubble On A Stream
We’ve come to the end of a busy week here. Lessons, activities and all manner of learning have flooded our tiny school.
Of Heat, Hobbits and Time Immemorial
It’s a blazingly hot Sunday afternoon here. Temperatures have rocketed up to 100 degrees and everybody’s feeling the heat.
Silent Wonder
Sitting in silent communion with the spirits of the Tazza Fountain in Hyde Park’s Italian Gardens I feel the magic of this particular spot once again.
Choices
The hound and I have been out and about this week. Temperatures soared once more. At times the light had a flat brightness that could cut glass.
In Memoriam
Casting my mind back, one of my favourite early memories of Joe Ruggiero is from England in 2012. We were already seasoned US residents at that point, or so we thought.
Of Cupid, Murder and Mayhem
We’re up and about early this morning here; basking in the glorious Southern Californian sunshine. Summer decided to pay February a visit last week and the temperatures soared into the eighties.
Confetti of Light
I surface, as if from an enchanted slumber, surrounded by waves of light and sound. Gazing out across that endless landscape of fluid blue I watch a week brought to a perfect close slip away below the horizon.
A Shining Quiet
I’m out and about with the hound in the bright crispness of an almost December morning. After a week or so where the temperatures suddenly decided to play at summer heat, the seasonal chill in the air is welcome.
Every Grain of Sand
The sea and sky are softly grey today. The seaweed strewn beach could be a pocket of space picked up from its usual home and placed somewhere different entirely.
Born In Time
I’m sitting quietly with my son by the river in Le Bugue just watching it flow. My husband and daughter are out on the water canoeing close by and the morning is gently grey.
Of Life, Family and Homer
I sit in my white chair in the late afternoon gazing out into the sky. Through the open window I hear the birds idly gossiping, the odd car door slams and voices murmur in the street below.