Coffee Shop Life…

I am sitting writing in a coffee shop… When we come to Winchmore Hill we take up residency in the Larder, but on Mondays it is closed, so I am sitting in another, surrounded by much deliciousness and chatter and plenty… Plenty of people and food and choices of smoothies, brownies, healthy meals and coffees……

In Celebration of Love, Life and Enduring Friendship…

I love our ‘Larder’ London experiences, when we land in Winchmore Hill we take up residency in ‘The Larder’… Coffee shop life is the life for me, especially after 11 miles of running on a cold December morning! We turned up on Michael’s doorstep in the first week he opened, two and a half years…

I Can Close My Eyes

In my little garden of dreamsI swim I find the red hard to chewBut the green invites me The yellows warm me upThe grays advise to rest I see the screensThat tell of being open and enclosed I see the big linesBuilding lives and falling But nowIt’s up to me I can close my eyesTo…

All You Want To Know

It is clear that this painting has in it a problem in the left lower side. Generally there is joy bursting in it. But look at that corner. Yes, it is the corner of my pain in the legs. It is what prevents me from sleeping, it is what causes me to cry sometimes and…

Beloved Sons

MaybeThis time it is notAbout what is betterAnd what is worseBut:Do I want to playWith differencesOrShall I rest in truthFor whichBoth the righteousAnd the villainAre beloved sons?       I used to be a graphic designer and an illustrator.  I became involved with the Chan Meditation Center and studied meditation and Buddhist knowledge with…

All the Levels of my View

At any moment of my lifeI carry all the levelsOf my view.If I let them all goThe only one that’s trueRemains.     I used to be a graphic designer and an illustrator.  I became involved with the Chan Meditation Center and studied meditation and Buddhist knowledge with the late Master Sheng-yen from Taiwan. For…

The Tree of Sad Stories

In the evenings we gatherNear the treeWe sit in a circleAnd listen to the storiesThat the tree tells Nobody talksAnd we all cryBecause we love the storiesSo much And we love the wayIt feels as ifEvery storyHas its rootsIn nothing.     I used to be a graphic designer and an illustrator.  I became involved…

Little Red…

I am sitting on the terrace in the afternoon sun; Jane and I are thinking that it will soon be time for coffee; our breakfast went on until lunchtime and then we went on a shopping spree just as the shops were closing for Spanish siesta…! But it meant we had a nice walk and…