“I don’t have any friends.” The statement was so certain I immediately wanted to wrap it in ambiguity. “You mean it seems like you have no friends.” That’s how I translated the statement in my head. Afterall, the woman who spoke the words is my friend and I am hers. So she has friends. It … More Friendship’s shifting landscape
When I feel particularly adrift, cast about on waves of uncertainty, ambiguity and loneliness, I take myself to a favourite park. It steadies me, the way a good anchor does. After a couple of hours of rambling in meadows and woods, walking the headland path along the lake, standing on the banks of the pond, … More Anchored to Anticipation
The words finally came to me early in the morning as I was making my first cup of coffee. It was a relief — comic relief — even, to finally put into words exactly what I was feeling. I was slightly amused at the ordinaryiness of what I’d landed upon for such an extraordinary moment … More How does this feel?