Tonight, sounds of the rainforest were different than what he was used to. Somachi looked over to where his father was sleeping. Before he touched his dad, he stopped his hand and retracted it.

Gouache on watercolour paper 35 x 35 cm. Posted in All About Art. Originally posted on CAREER SUICIDE.

Lin Carter is one of those names I always see on rows of thin, dog-eared paperbacks in used bookstores, but not one I ever needed to read.

Friday evening saw me, two other leaders, one junior leader and 14 Scouts park up at Ullesthorpe Scout Camp. As soon as I headed down through the trees with my gear, I knew I was in for a special weekend. Just being surrounded by nature, no phones, no watches, just tents, food and space.

Blogs and websites I like. Hanging baskets and the art of editing. I keep a pair of scissors by my front door. Not because we live in a dodgy neighbourhood, but because they are the perfect tool when my writing has ground to a halt. Could that be written more succinctly? July 31, 2015.

A journey in learning to live kindly. Silence, Silenced and Silencing. I have plunged into silence. In fact, I have a habit of falling into silence when I most need to speak. We all need to speak.