Our current storms reminded me of some waves I was watching in December 2018. In fact some of you may remember them too; when I shared how timing was everything. We fortunately had left the pier by the time the waves got this big, unlike the person you can just see dashing away along the pier. It does scare me the risks people take.
The Newt in Somerset
Tish has reminded me today of the art of waiting. An art that seems to be disappearing in our world of next day deliveries and instant communications. It is an art we should cherish as waiting is all about anticipation, something James Reeves captured perfectly in his poem Waiting. A poem that also brings back very happy childhood memories for me, as it was the first solo work I ever performed on stage! And the final line; Continue reading
