My super small, eco-friendly, potted Christmas tree surrounded by bookish presents. Hopefully it will be a few inches taller next year! Focusing on the small pleasures in life to balance out the very large and harsh realities in the world. Wishing everyone a joyful holiday season filled with moments of peace.
The sun is shining somewhere in the world, sometime, somewhen, somehow, always. Keep going. It will find you and warm the scars mapped across your lived-in skin. Just wait. Tilt your face up to the gray black clouds. And feel the heat of survival.
The leaves are falling from the trees in West Hampstead, creating an autumnal masterpiece beneath the shadows creeping across them, as the sun rises in the morning sky.
The Royal Festival Hall
The sun came out to play in Cornwall even though the forecast called for misery (aka rain). There’s a canine friend blending into the scenery who had just gone for a swim. #findfido
The Ship of Tolerance, by Emilia and Ilya Kabakov, on the Thames (October 2019).
An old oak tree in my local graveyard surrounded by headstones marking their respective dead. Some of the interred lived and died over two hundred years ago, while others left the world this year. Where do we go when we die, the bodies of expats, in this ever crowded city? Do we belong in the earth of our adopted country, or should our ashes be tossed into a powerful wind, forgotten in a puff of smoke, like a magic trick?