Forget Me Not

I lit candles in my fireplace today, in coloured-glass-filled lanterns, which cast bright shadows on the walls in crystal hues. I lit candles in lanterns with filigree metalwork, so that patterns danced and swayed with the flames, and the shadows were cast out (except where they were beautiful). I lit candles that were plain, in…

Amongst the eaves and angels

I didn’t want to go to church this morning, and I was probably a little bit late-on-purpose, testing whether I’d allow my usual pattern of self-sabotage and regret to kick in. I went anyway, because I’ve found in the past that it’s when I least feel like going that there’s a really pertinent, useful thought…

Inky fingerprints

One of the rather lovely things about writing (properly, with a pen, on paper – as opposed to the e-version) is the ink, which gets everywhere and somehow invariably becomes smudged. In my experience, anyway.