Random Musings

Category: writing

  • Beltane potatoes need love too…

    Beltane. Spring. Rebirth. Fertility. Sexy sex. Run off into the forest and commune with nature with your bum in the wind. It’s a grand holiday. But as I age, after a year of Covid related health problems, I find I’m more inhibited (and that’s saying something, given that I was…

  • Travel, mojo, lessons

    Going back to the old adage of trying a list when thoughts won’t come any other way: Lockdown has lifted and life feels almost normal again. I’m not sure how I feel about that. I liked hermiting. I’m feeling better. Mostly. I’m really lucky. In pretty much every way. I…

  • What are you planting?

    Rebirth After a tough 12 months, being able to walk amongst the snowdrops and jonquils was a spring blessing. Tiny leaves sprouted from budding willows, little ferns were waving into warm air, and dark ivy was taking on a bright new sheen. I took lots of deep breaths, filling my…

  • Out of Plato’s Cave

    It’s my one year anniversary. Which is far less exciting than most one year anniversaries. It’s a year almost to the week that I came down with the coronavirus. And today I received my vaccination so I don’t get it again, and so I don’t have it and pass it…

  • No talking, please.

    Today’s word of the day is Confabulate. Meaning: to chat informally. It’s a perfect word for today. Mostly because I don’t have any desire to confabulate with anyone except my wife. Not my best friend, not anyone. Not on the phone, not on zoom, not on FB. It wasn’t like…

  • No talking, please.

    Today’s word of the day is Confabulate. Meaning: to chat informally. It’s a perfect word for today. Mostly because I don’t have any desire to confabulate with anyone except my wife. Not my best friend, not anyone. Not on the phone, not on zoom, not on FB. It wasn’t like…

  • It takes a village

    It can be incredibly hard to ask for help. And in times when lots of people are hurting, even more so. But if anything, the pandemic and climate ravages have shown that community does come together to help those in need. So I’m hoping that will be the case now.…

  • Adapt and nonsense

    Mechanical bananas belong to maniacal monkeys in Malaysia. Boomerang clouds are a threat to the existence of vicious sea slugs. Open bottles can create lemon scented gas that numbs butterfly wings. All rubbish, obviously. But it’s so hard to know what to say right now. The absurd is easier to…

  • Roar Back

    2021 isn’t looking a hell of a lot more promising than 2020, is it? Just another vast, fuzzy space of days where even my sweatpants feel a little snug. The pandemic rages on, with death counts and variants vying for headlines with governmental politics over the vaccine. There was a…

  • And the wheel turns

    2020 went out like it spent much of the year: strolling empty streets, wondering where everyone went and why it wasn’t invited to the party that wasn’t even going on. At our house, it was bright and cheerful and there was laughter. The one time we went on the motorway…