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Hope is patience with the lamp lit
Gregory had hope; how nebulous is that? He and his wife are my closest friends, but it was still difficult for me to talk about the changes that were beginning to thicken over them like shadows on a winter’s day -difficult for me, I guess, but perhaps not for them. “What do you expect us…
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The object of Art is to give Life a shape
Strange things are happening nowadays, or is it just me having weird thoughts? Peculiar questions? Although I’m retired now, I don’t remember hearing those questions asked when I was at work; maybe people didn’t think like that in those days; maybe we were all different then. Of course, I used to keep to myself on…
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Is thought gendered?
There was a time when I thought I actually understood the world, but I wonder if I was just casting my eyes about me from a plinth. I was a gynaecologist in another life, and although I tried to understand the other side, perhaps I was merely looking through a glass darkly. It takes more…
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What, can the devil speak true?
Do you ever have the feeling that you know something so well, understand it so completely, that further discussion is unnecessary? That differing opinions about it are shallow, and not worth considering because they may be misleading or false? Although knowledge is always tentative, and should be open to amendments if new facts come to…
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Was it about God, or god, we were taught?
Is God dead -or for that matter was He ever alive? Could a god really be gendered, and if so, which one would it pick… and why? What is a ‘god’ anyway? I’ve wondered about these things for years… To take a step back for a moment, when I was a child, I assumed my…
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When I ope my lips, let no dog bark
Don’t you sometimes wonder about the way we humans think? Why do we assume that how we understand things transcends all other mammals -all other animals or plants for that matter? Is it simply a matter of our hubris, or is it because each of us is conscious of our own individuality: our difference from…
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There is flattery in friendship
I have always admired liminality; for me, boundaries are also thresholds. And yet there are areas where, until recently, only angels dared to tread. But I am content to watch from afar; I have neither the need, nor the desire to trespass; I am content with who I am, but curious about who I am…
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My body, myself
I have to admit that I have long considered that expressions like ‘I was just following my heart’, or ‘It just felt right’ were on the woo-woo side of the curtain -that they were attempts to justify an action for which no other suitable explanation could be found. As if we felt compelled to resort…
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Utere, non numera
There was a time when I believed that practice made perfect, but now that I am old, I have to wonder why it matters. Not so much the need to practice, you understand, but more the need to strive for perfection. Surely practicing is meant to accomplish something else -we can never achieve perfection. In…
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