Month: July 2020

WFH: DAY 106. I spent the day in second gear, considering the broader landscape of my experience. It’s tempting to see no further than the boundaries of whatever you’re doing…

You’ve learned cuisine; designed a recipe; sourced, bought, and prepared the ingredients; cooked them with love and care over time; and presented them on a pristine plate accompanied with polished…

‘I’ve produced a lot of “failure-paintings” recently!’ WFH: DAY 104. 8.00 am: A communion. ‘Is this a memory of an actual event or of a dream scenario?’ I sometimes find…

WFH: DAY 103: 7.15 am: Ablutions: 8.00 am: A communion. 8.30 am: There are days when a sense of relentless routine greets me at the kitchen door. Tuesday (again). The…

Sunday, July 26. Monday, July 27. WFM: DAY 102. 9.00 am: The week ahead had to be fluid. Tutorials and other appointments would emerge where they would. In the meantime,…

WFH: DAY 101. I spent the day adapting the text of my presentation for inclusion in a booklet that will accompany a tape/CD release of sound compositions. These would’ve been…

I’m waiting for the planes to tumbleWaiting for the towns to fallI’m waiting for the cities to crumbleWaiting till I see you crawl I don’t want to know about evilOnly…

There are times when you oughtn’t to lay-in a course for land. Instead, let your boat be driven where the wind and waves dictate. They may take you somewhere incomparably…

Our restless spirits yearn for thee (Bernard of Clairvaux, ‘Jesus, Thou Joy of Loving Hearts’ (1090–1153)) WFH: DAY 98. 7.45 am: A communion. 8.30 pm: Emboldened by my second cup…

WFH: DAY 97. 7.15 am: 8.15 am: Emergency admin was waiting in my inbox. The plans for the day had begun to reshuffle, even before they’d had a chance to…