Eirlysiau

Snowdrops are up in our garden, already, because, I suppose, it is so mild, and they make me think of the poem by Waldo Williams, where he endows this small flower with courage because, for all its delicacy and ‘modesty’, it still pushes through hard, inhospitable conditions – winter earth –  ‘like steel’ to lead … More Eirlysiau

Dad’s Mahonia

Every year, 22nd November marks the day on which my dad died in 2004. It’s been fourteen years now. Mum followed five years later. It was as if something in her began to leave soon after Dad passed …  The mahonia in our garden is one that Dad gave us years ago. It’s still here, … More Dad’s Mahonia

Something of the day – seed, flower, fruit

There’s that Zen saying ‘No seed ever sees the flower’ and I’m thinking, in this season of mellow fruitfulness, about transformation, like the caterpillar and its transmogrification to butterfly. How could it ever foresee itself as the latter when living as the former? How can the crab apple seed dream itself as blossom or fruit? … More Something of the day – seed, flower, fruit

Eye of the Storm

Hello Everyone! Croeso/Welcome to my new project, ‘Eye of the Storm’. I have long been interested in running courses and days that sets writing in a ‘depth’ context. Those of you who come along to events I run at the Ucheldre Centre, Holyhead – Rhwng: the Point Between events especially – will already know my … More Eye of the Storm