The captured soul sings a song of freedom.
It sails, over the breeze, through seething misery;
to a moment of reason, exploding in to fears' fire.
Down fall the blooming petals of relief;
beyond barren soils of sorrow.
Wonder dissolving in rancid rains of pain.
Beauty extinguished by the tortured heat of hurt.
Laughing, boisterous, blinding fun in the sun, rain and hustle of London town (and Highgate).
All in all a fabulous little trip darn sarf!Helping @gazcook to prepare his Brilliant Blackpool exhibition.
Proud?
Just a little.
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Seamus' first breastfeed in NICU (I had to hide behind my family to let him feed, the doctors didn't want him to drink anything)
first feed outside, a bright October sky above us. Brilliant.
This dramatic, clown-like performance is brilliant. A song from my life.
This is the video Prof. Mary Renfrew was hoping to share with MAINN conference delegates at Grange-over-sands on the 8th June 2011
The rhythm of my car these days. My car that has driven me 80,000 miles in 8 years. I long to sleep the clock around.
