I push on

and on

to work harder

do better

to endure

then I exhale



A moment’s erasure

guiltily taken

shamefully given.

When does it end?

When do I say…

I can’t do this anymore

I need your



Ando Hiroshige: Evening Shower at Atake and the Great Bridge


There should be noise.

That sound of endless rain,

and distant cloud rumble.

Feet soaked, shoes sodden

splash and thud

across bamboo

where fibres twist and swell

with swaying creaks


plop, plops of water

falling into darkness.

For the people on the bridge-

they see only edges

of parasol,

and the hazy burn

of driving rain.


For me, I see only silence.

Coastal Menorca


Shaded breeze, infused with

earth baked needle pine

caresses skin, salt stung.

Silt sand, amber   

with polished pebble,

roll and sigh to

waves’ rough tussle.

Shrubs low slung, defiant green

cling to falling ridges;

whilst sea, cobalt blue

flashes through

heat cracked, lava licked rock.

This island suffers

Nature’s mercurial whim

and through her fingers

stone, blood red, crumbles.

What Is Your Mission?

Reading from the book of life, a chapter on “Finding your mission” provided a useful insight into creating focus and direction associated with our careers. It’s true, those of us with no plan, are distinctly disadvantaged when we come up against organised planners. The idea behind the concept is finding work purpose towards a service to humanity. It goes beyond our personal needs, but doesn’t have to be a massive and worthy cause, like finding the cure for HIV or malaria. It just needs to be something we can imagine improving the lives of others.

I think I’d like to lessen the psychic stress of individuals living in our current sensory overloaded society, and create visual imagery to remind us of our interconnectedness, vulnerability, and sensitivity in a temporal world of layered complexity.