Maybe the lack of April showers is letting our minds grow dusty - but there seems to be a lot of people suffering from the Tinkerbell Effect at the moment. Don’t laugh, its real, it must be because it even has a Wikipedia entry. Albeit a slender one - defining it as ‘those things that exist only because people believe in them’.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
back to neverneverland
Sunday, April 15, 2007
adrift in a world of my own
I always wear the wrong costume. When I am meant to be playing the part of the philosopher - having pulled that dusty cloak from the fancy dress box - I get weighed down by my concrete boots. And when I am quill in hand pretending to be the poet, I am adorned in an array of abstract feathers.
So earlier this week, I sat down to write about bridges. Wanting to wield words to build solid sentences. To show others the bridges I have seen and the streams I have crossed. But as ever I drifted away on an abstract tide - always headed for the sea.
I thought about the postcard I had as a child - an elongated image of the
Friday, April 06, 2007
mixing memory and desire
Last week she gave me flowers. She knows the power of the petal to brush away the clouds that can gather in a week where everyday is everyday.