The butterfly effect

My daughter spotted it yesterday while we walked the dog in the hills.  Can we take it home and look after it?, she begged, and a conversation began. I suggested that in the wild this ‘deformed’ creature would not survive, that we shouldn’t take it home but leave it to its fate, in nature. It wasn’t our … Continue reading The butterfly effect

underculture

sometimes I realise that just under the surface there’s a monologue, a constant. close as skin, unnoticeable as breath.a tale of strife or woe, like an eager captor, cracking the whip. or I’ve been wronged somehow, prevented from being at peace.then I think ‘fuck, I’m crazy’ and then I may even worry about that.sometimes that’s … Continue reading underculture

Wild child

I’m lucky to have an adventurous daughter. She shows me things. How to catch frogs and newts, noticing little, natural details around us. She pointed out snail trails the other day - a network of shiny squiggles on the damp soil. All of these observations tell me something- about her and what’s important to her, … Continue reading Wild child