Article voiceover
in the short time
we have left
I love you without
knowing how—
to live
in the pull of air
around us.
I build walls of words instead
surround us— with sound
where my arms should be.
sketch the fiction
of the space between
kneeling. on a floorless shapeless space
palms—
upturned, open
outstretched— breathing
the smallest of things; a kindness,
a connection unfurls,
from the best of times
to a love that might change the world 
Happy Christmas everyone! What a joy it's been to get to know some of you this past year. I received this lovely collage art all the way from Melbourne, Australia fromDuane Toopsthis morning. It could be my self portrait, lost in my imagination. I'm going to frame and hang it here in Dublin 7. Duane's latest post was sharp, arty and intriguing as always. Check him out if you haven't already. Some tunes for the words below. Here's to 2025... the best is yet to come!
The playlist to the tunes on Spotify. Best played on shuffle.
A Rene Magritte moment clouds in the head. Weather watch uncertain. Never tells the time. Truth is hands are free to grasp a pencil and draw a snowflake. Does not matter if I make mistake. No two are alike. What can go wrong. Happy solstice and holiday treats.
“I build walls of words instead
surround us— with sound
where my arms should be.”
Such a powerful line. Makes me want to move through my day today without words, only reaching out with my hands and heart to touch and show gratitude.