Before The Future…

Just when did we spend so much time thinking about the future? In the past, the more distant past, we lived little lives. Our survival was threatened at every turn by the real possibility of being extinguished. When cemetaries recorded ages of the dead as belonging within three decades, when old men and women reached... Continue Reading →

Purposeful Hand Usage…And Satisfaction

Purposeful hand use enhances well-being in a technologically saturated culture. Research has shown that creating or tending things by hand enhances our mental health and makes us happy.  Dr. Kelly Lambert (bertlab.com) explored the relationship between hand use, current cultural habits, and mood.  She found that hands-on work satisfies our primal need to make things... Continue Reading →

Out with the old…

Being a Scrooge at Christmas is nothing to be proud of, or to apologise for. As far as I know, having reservations about this great festive break is perfectly legitimate. I was saying to my wife, before Christmas kicked-off, that we should not try our best to create an occasion that is 'perfect'. Christmas and... Continue Reading →

Lost Christmas. The End.

I wanted to tell him the truth. I wanted to say that I had been wandering the corridors of sleep. I wanted to say that there was a ghost in my life. “If I’m honest, I would say that life is treating me badly.” That’s what I wanted to say. The morning had started badly.... Continue Reading →

Lost Christmas…9

The nights are cold. There is never enough warmth from the others. There are times when I think that they must not notice me. I walk so close to the walls that I have become accustomed to mixing with shadows. The kiosk man sees me. The boy came on the second night of the falling.... Continue Reading →

Time Will Tell…

It's been almost a  three years since I finished my first journey of recovery and discovery. I thought that it had all gone amazingly well and that my life was set for a new and adventurous course that would be fuelled by writing. I'm still putting in the fuel , but my life is still in... Continue Reading →

Lost Christmas…8

He came just after dark. I could hear his terrible steps across the city. My world trembled with each footfall. Tonight, my room had a window to the world and I stood at the cold pane watching the giant's advance. Each stride was met by fire. Each step an explosion. And I watched as if... Continue Reading →

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