POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
I need goals. It is how I operate. External deadlines. This time, I bought myself some new trainers, and have booked tickets to Newcastle for the weekend of the 25th of February. I am going to run the Northumberland Trail Marathon. This will be my second marathon. My first trail race. E. is training with…
Pay attention to the breath, he says. And I do. The breath, and the slowness that comes. The balance of wills: my will and that of the clay. Give and take. Inhale and exhale. My mind through my body, connected to the earth.
There is a man in Denmark who lives each day dying well. And, I hate myself for my first thought after listening to him: I need to move to a place where I can dig a pond, like he did; where I can fashion my life like his. I use the word fashion deliberately, for…
I nearly opened my mouth to say something to E. “Someone cut down the tree.” Then I remembered.