Candlemas

Today is Candlemas Sunday.  It falls forty days after Christmas, and, in the Christian tradition, it marks the official end of the Christmas season.  Once, today was the date that all Christmas decorations were brought down.  Can you imagine having still had your tree up until now?  Today, candles are brought to church, they are … Continue reading Candlemas

Stew

I feel like I’m adjusting from this to that, from something to other, but I have no idea what either is.  I simply have a sense that I am somewhere indeterminate, somewhere between before and after. How’s that for a jumbled description of my current juddering internal compass?  Let me try harder to explain.  It’s as … Continue reading Stew

Journey

Setting off backwards, with a view to the west from my seat on the train, the sun is so bright that it hurts my eyes.  A storm is forecast, it should be here by now.  The weather is running late.  Rabbits are frozen like ornaments in a scrap of scrubby field alongside a stream. The stream … Continue reading Journey

Balls

Nine balls I found; lurking under hedges, behind the shed, deep under the straggly hydrangea, wedged by the oil tank, away up in the corner where the first of the rhubarb is waking.  They hadn’t been breeding, I know this because they are all of a different species: a medicine ball – the oversized one … Continue reading Balls