Sitting beside our slumbering hound, wrapped in a cocoon of peaceful warmth, we while away the hours

From busy to quiet in the blink of an eye, planes carried the men of the house to far away destinations yesterday.

Our son is home from university during his Easter vacation, and the house is full once again these days.

The morning has dawned, soft and full of yearning, and I steal myself away into a moment of solitude.

I discovered Wilfred Owen and his poem Dulce et Decorum Est as a school girl in an English classroom long ago on a sunny afternoon.

We went walking on the beach this afternoon at the close of a getaway snatched from the jaws of everyday time.

The shades of life’s colours as it paints its vanishing way around us have been much on my mind these days.

The day dawned blue bright as I stepped outside for my morning walk. The sun’s warm embrace, filtered through the breeze, kissed my face

It’s a summer born of sunshine and vanishing. Light bleeds through the essence of every evaporating moment and I can only think and feel in fragments.

Walking up the steeply winding slope, I pull away from the city’s warm embrace and into an ethereal world

I’ve been thinking about East and West in this dream world of ours; about the fading cultural influence of the Classical and Christian traditions and of the space for Buddhism amidst such a forgetful time.