We are hours away from the beginning of the new month and I sit gazing at my Parisian calendar, dreaming of different times.
Through the Darkness Brightly
Life took a rollercoaster turn around a week ago. Tighly bound as we are in our household, when one element falters we all feel the shift.
Voices of Love and Theft
I’m teaching Virgil again. It‘s hard to believe that it’s been ten years since I last taught this greatest of poets. Although the school room has turned into a kitchen table and the student is my fifteen year old son rather than a group of girls from London,
Shining Aspiration
At this time of annual beginning, the old year has scarcely departed and the new is still removing his shoes in the doorway. I always spare a thought for the deity Janus, the Roman god of beginnings in this first month.