Death in a Time of Coronavirus
It’s difficult to believe in death without first-hand experience. The loss of a loved one, or perhaps an illness, brings your own mortality into focus. The inhuman birth and death cycles carry on regardless of your absence. What appears steady, will change. If not now, then later. If not later, than now.
Solitude and a Meditation for Winter
This morning brought the first frost. The park was unrecognisable. An otherworldly scene. All washed with silver, save the outline of the deer and trees. Winter, the Earth’s contraction, was beginning.
The never-ending quest…
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