Remembering my innocence 2

It was the grownups in my life that dissolved away my innocence.

Remembering my innocence 1

Can you remember the first time you realised the world was not safe and lovely? That grownups lied? That sickness came to good people? That some people were bad? That there were wrong things happening in your town about which grownups did nothing? That your body could be frightening? That violence was ugly and painful to behold?

Mystical story – Lovelight

The youngest Lord of Creation sat with his head cradled on his arm and doodled at the table around which all the other Lords of Creation were having a meeting.

A horrible memory came to me

I wrote my self righteous post on Disciplining children.

In-flew-enza is coming along smartly

When I was a teacher, I once got a sick note that said “Johnny will not be in class today as he has flew”

Salutation to the Dawn

Look to this day!
For it is life, the very life of life.

My mother at nineteen

My mother would have turned 104 this year. She wrote this when she was 19. It’s beautiful is it not?

Tawny owl

When we came to the UK from Africa, I was under the mistaken impression England was full of beautiful cuddly animals all living in peace in the gentle countryside we saw all about us.

Without a voice

The morning of the day I was supposed to teach a workshop, I woke up with no voice.

Is the UK too hostile to immigration?

Is the UK too hostile to immigration?
What the hell kind of question is this?