Sunday, 30 December 2012

To Wish Impossible Things

Impossible is nothing.... 

It's only impossible if you believe it to be... 
Sometimes I've believed six impossible things before breakfast... 

But what happens when it really becomes impossible and you're confronted by the stone slam of it? When you realize that that some one thing you thought possible all this time, was in fact, not. 

And suddenly all around you is lack, absence, grey. Poison. 

It feels like this: 

Friday, 28 December 2012

Winter's Tale

Season of cold and winter in every way... heartbreak like winter and the world frozen.

Sunday, 16 December 2012


While travelling in frosty weather this week, the passing white scenery seemed to sound exactly like this song: fragile and beautiful, astounding and surprising.

Thursday, 6 December 2012

Slow Your Breath Down

Sometimes we need to just stop; breathe; take stock; count our blessings. Go slow and take care of ourselves. Whatever that means doing. Take a time-out.

And realise that everything will be ok.

Tuesday, 4 December 2012

A Light that Never Goes Out

Was reminded of this today - that even though you may feel misplaced at times, there still is a light that never leaves...

A light that never goes out. 

Even in dark places.  Even in winter.  In dark skies, look closely, for there is always light peeking through.

Monday, 3 December 2012

We're Only Human

It's only love, it's only pain, it's only fear... 
that make us human.

Sunday, 2 December 2012


December is cold and warm, blue chilly skies and raging fires. December is dark and light - dark nights, early darkness, but lights everywhere, the sun's light returning. December is ice and fire. December is love and lonely.

But which wins out?

Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive?


Back When I was Good

Sometimes I wish I could be who I used to be... the better version of myself I've lost somewhat.
And then the orchestra would soar...

Saturday, 1 December 2012


"Music helps us understand where we have come from but, more importantly, what has happened to us...inside each note is the love we are unable to express with words...Music and love are the same." 
 ~ Simon Van Booy 'Love Begins in Winter'