Sitting in silent communion with the spirits of the Tazza Fountain in Hyde Park’s Italian Gardens I feel the magic of this particular spot once again.
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Resonances
The past few weeks have been marked by resonances. Voices from poetry, history or theatre have figured so strongly that they are escaping from my mind, ready to leap onto the written page.
Life’s Waves
There have been days of overwhelming business of late, infused with that peculiarly American insatiability. It climbs right up inside your soul and grabs you by the throat, seemingly intent on stealing your last breath too.
Choices
The hound and I have been out and about this week. Temperatures soared once more. At times the light had a flat brightness that could cut glass.
Water's Ways
I found myself this afternoon. Amidst the aisles of one of Americana’s chief meccas with my husband and daughter I was busy alongside everyone else’s business.
Of Cupid, Murder and Mayhem
We’re up and about early this morning here; basking in the glorious Southern Californian sunshine. Summer decided to pay February a visit last week and the temperatures soared into the eighties.
Child In Danger
It’s still unseasonably warm and sunny here, even for Southern California. If it wasn’t for our imminent departure for London and colder climes I think we might fly off the edge of the world altogether.
Of Hounds And Other Essentials
We’re back by the fountain again. The sun is casting his forever shine and across the way in the courtyard of City Hall a large ceremonial gathering of the local police department celebrates some occasion of importance.
Of Life, Family and Homer
I sit in my white chair in the late afternoon gazing out into the sky. Through the open window I hear the birds idly gossiping, the odd car door slams and voices murmur in the street below.
For My Friend, With Love
My mind has been lost in time past recently. The father of one of my oldest school friends passed away a few weeks back
Simple Pleasures
We found ourselves without the children my husband and I, on a sunny Sunday afternoon. I hadn’t been feeling as bright as usual for one reason or another
A Jacaranda Paradise
The last week in May and first week in June are the prettiest time of year in Los Angeles. The jacaranda trees are in bloom and life just seems to sing.