We have two elderberry trees in the garden outside my study, framing the window on each side with a swathe of green leaves and in their season, magnificent white blooms setting their berry fruit as they in turn expire. These leaves have lately given me a pleasant point of focus during my meditations and I have shared this view with you in the image above. As I sat meditating on the elderberry leaves one day last week a movement to my right caught my attention. Continue reading “Just A Leaf”
We are led to authors and books in various ways but this was one of the more unusual. I follow a fan page of Cillian Murphy on Instagram because Cillian plays the most engrossing lead character in the multiple seasons of Peaky Blinders. This Instagram fan page posted a short video of Cillian talking about the Irish author John Banville in glowing terms, describing John’s writing as at times “lyrical”. I was intrigued of course and had to read some of his work. I chose this one, The Book Of Evidence, to start with, mainly because it had been shortlisted for the Booker Prize in 1989. I was only a couple of pages in when I found this first impression of being in prison: Continue reading “The Book Of Evidence: a book review”
What is it with Halloween anyway? What a weird festival it is if the word festival could even be attributed to this very strange event. A date in the calendar when people appear to adopt all manner of pagan rituals and superstitions like ghosts, zombies, witches and skull sculpted pumpkins. When cruelty and fear becomes acceptable for people who for the other 364 days of the year are usually kind and considerate Christian people. Continue reading “The Halloween Question”
Here are our chamomile plants now that were the subject of my “Got Qi?” post back in November last year.
I was trying to type “That’d be right” in reply to a humorous photo our daughter had sent to me. But my iPhone spell check wasn’t having that and tried to substitute all sorts of alternatives. I practically had to beat it into submission to accept the “that’d” concatenation of “that” and “would” which I realised at that point was a particular expression I use quite frequently. Continue reading “What did I say?”
The laksa was hot, deliciously chilli hot and coconut creamy, filled with juicy prawns but only the obligatory five of course, smoothly slurping rice noodles, a smattering of vegetables and tofu sufficient to meet some sort of health brief, and rounded out with the raw bean sprouts supplied as a side extra. Continue reading “Sushi OK”
Why are there only ever five prawns in a prawn dish or is it just an Australian thing?
What a story of endurance and sadness. I thought of those explorers in the early days of European settlement of Australia as people who just got up and decided to explore. Obviously not something I had given a lot of thought to. Continue reading “Burke and Wills: a book review”