Farewell Son – Uni is calling!

Dear Son, My final entry in your diary. A diary I started when you were a baby with the morbid intention of being able to share stories with you if I was ever not around. So to hand it over to you today means we made it! I have so much that I want toContinue reading “Farewell Son – Uni is calling!”

The Inevitable Return

I will be sad when the world returns When I can no longer feed and nourish my soul The bird song is so loud and the pace is a bearable one. The balancing act of food and exercise And the stretch of the aching body on the yoga mat The hunching on the edge ofContinue reading “The Inevitable Return”