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The time is right to unravel the meaning of ‘home’ for our changing times. Why, and how?

The Dark Months Seventeen

As we reach the shortest day of the year with the Winter Solstice, it seems all hope is extinguished. But is it really?

The Dark Months Sixteen

When the mornings are dark, and the evenings too, and in between is but a blurry dark blue, escape becomes all important.

The Dark Months Fifteen

Ritual, habit, practical and deliberate actions, create a soothing sense that things can be different.

The Dark Months Fourteen

Imagine the world from a different vantage, and you’ll see its falsehoods and lies clearly. Or will you?

The Dark Months Twelve

Despite discouragement, we can sometimes see things for the better, and in that, we are the magic. This is the twelfth in the series ‘The Dark Months’.

The Dark Months Nine

In this ninth missive from #TheDarkMonths series, the word turns upside down.

The Dark Months Eight

Remembrance of things past, grows an appreciation of things present and future in the eighth in the series, ‘The Dark Months’

The Dark Months Seven

The seventh in the series of ‘The Dark Months’ is an exercise in observation written on one of those foggy, cold mornings where everything is still.

English Passive Aggression

This piece grew out of a gently amusing thread I’d posted to Facebook on the subject of English passive aggression. Why?