Category: Worrying
Stare at a chair
Look at the back of a chair. Pretend you don’t know it’s function. Stare at the flat surface, tapering down to two narrow sticks. What could this be for? From this angle it’s useless, like an ornament or something to hang things on perhaps. Now close your eyes and move slightly to one side. Open […]
Continue Reading...‘To be a writer, you have to write’
So when you have created enough pages to call a book, admittedly a brand new project and therefore prone to review, you can’t help but assume a precious ownership over those pages. This lovely, rounded object of beauty that I have worked on for a far longer gestation period than it took to grow my […]
Continue Reading...Wonderous Carvings
‘I’m powerful, I’m loving and I have nothing to fear’ I was chanting these affirmations to myself as I was being dragged up the mountain, willing my skis to stay straight and parallel whilst clenching every unwilling muscle in my buttocks, determined not to sink down on the rubber button wedged between my thighs. An […]
Continue Reading...So, was I born worrying?
I look at photos of that serious little baby, inside whose deep jet eyes you can just make out an old wizened figure, rocking in a chair, head shaking sadly…”Here we go again”, they seem to say, “here we go again”. I think maybe I am an old soul Worrier. I worry about you, I […]
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