The world is spinning…

Mum is sitting on the rocking chair, wrapping apples in old Mountain Scene papers. The grass outside is green, the mountains golden in the sun and the sky blue with some cloud and little wind. This should be a bucolic countryside scene, but my mental cast is more akin to the apocalypse. On Friday weContinue reading “The world is spinning…”

Thoughts in Uncertain Times

There is a surreality about existence in a time of civil crisis. We lived through the Canterbury earthquakes, moving through a dream that was a nightmare, and the thoughts and feelings were vivid but then so quickly forgotten. The events, so meaningful at the time, blurred together and, afterwards, I wished I had kept aContinue reading “Thoughts in Uncertain Times”