The Pursuit of Love and Other Interests!
When I was twenty and longing to fall in love, I came across a book that seemed made for me. It was called The Pursuit of Love. But far from being chick-lit (a term which hadn’t been invented...
View ArticleBlogging and Eating !
I’ve put on weight since I started blogging. There aren’t enough hours in the day, so that instead of going for a walk I catch up on reading blogs – for as we all know – writing a blog is the quickest...
View ArticleThe challenge of meditation
When a Korean soldier went berserk many years ago, and shot sixteen of his mates, his excuse was that they’d been making a noise when he was meditating. My children roared with laughter when they read...
View ArticleGoodness, peace and bloggers
Last night I read a novel by a distinguished prizewinning writer. I polished it off in a few hours, turned over and went to sleep. This morning I awoke thinking how depressing it was… not one man or...
View ArticleIs less really more – or less?
To keep or not to keep – that is the question. I look around my tiny kitchen and think I should de-clutter, simplify, get rid of all the surplus stuff overflowing on shelves and in cupboards. No good...
View ArticleVoices from the Void
My accident was a fascinating experience – in retrospect! I was driving happily down the main highway to the village crossroads in my little silver car about ten years ago, when a large, heavy old car...
View ArticleArt and soul – do they matter?
On Sunday I discovered that I am a member of a tiny minority. I belong to a group of around three million people world- wide who watch the live performances of opera filmed from the New York...
View ArticleZen and the Art of House Maintenance
I think house maintenance has a better ring to it than boring old housework… this way, instead of being a housewife I could even be called a house maintenance executive, or a house maintenance CEO....
View ArticleThe upsides and the downsides of being a woman
Something made me re-read a book for girls which my Victorian grandmother had pressed on me when I was seven. It was about a girl who’d lost her mother, and whose military father was absent. It...
View ArticleThe good enough life
Back in the last century, a psychologist called Dr Winnicott coined the comforting phrase ‘A good – enough mother’ …. I looked back at yesterday, and thought, yes, I suppose it was a good enough...
View ArticleThe Tragic and Hilarious Life of a Blogger !
Laughter and tears are not very far apart was the subject of an essay I once had to write at school. This is somewhat how I feel as I go once more into Spam, to clean out yet another of the daily two...
View ArticleSeize the day!
Today was not one of those days, but One of Those Days. Yesterday, as I watched the tiny, greenery- yallery birds we call silver- eyes in the trees, hunting for insects and the like, I thought how I...
View ArticleRise up children and be free
How to make yourself very, very unpopular! Years ago I discovered that in the tug of war between the rights of women and the needs of children it can be dangerous to take sides. I gave up writing...
View ArticleMany lives or just one?
“To live is by universal consent to travel a rough road. And how can a rough road that leads nowhere be worth travelling? “ A well known philosopher, MacNeille Dixon, asked this question in a series...
View ArticleFood, fear and films
Village life takes ingenuity in a tight spot, and stamina – plenty of it! These are the times that test men’s souls! Well, we haven’t actually had any chicken stealing like Mr Woodhouse in ‘Emma’,...
View ArticleTesting, testing, testing !
When Dr Christian Barnard, world-famous surgeon who invented the first heart transplant, decided to sue me for libel I was both intimidated and exhilarated. It wasn’t an easy time for us at that point…...
View ArticleThe longest journey
I’m sitting by the wood fire with the rain falling steadily outside onto the green garden. It’s fragrant with the scent of all the cyclamens I bought this year to put in pots. I hadn’t realised what a...
View ArticleMy Wizard of Oz
He was a wizard, and he flew from Australia – always known as Oz in Down-under. So of course I called him the Wizard of Oz, even though he was basically an inspired and eccentric architect, and an...
View ArticleWar and Peace
One night in early June, sixty nine years ago, I lay awake in bed and heard the thunder of hundreds of aeroplanes flying over my home, hour after hour, all through the night. I was six years old, and...
View ArticlePeace and the heart of blogging
Part of this has been re-blogged. Life’s rich pageant, as a comedian used to say, has run me over this week, so I’ve returned to the thoughts in this blog. I had read a novel by a distinguished...
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