Month: December 2022

solstice blessings one and all… outside all is drizzle dark, yet trust, the leap of faith, that the sun will return, bringing the balm of warmth, light, life…
season of quietitude
feeling the gentle Rose Quartz Heart Chakra vibes, pink and purple, compassion, light a candle for all who have gone, that which has passed and that which must fall away… one day it will be our turn, be easy and kind xx

cooped up and depleted with the ubiquitous snuffles, the solace of telly… i’ve been watching university challenge, shouting answers out, frequently wrong, but suprisingly often correct, contenting myself with the curmudgeonly old folks tut ‘students of today, do they teach them nothing?!’
oh and watching endless episodes of a colombian teen witch saga… its tosh obvs, but i love the glossiness, the colours, cartagena looking sumptuous, memories from long ago… and the soft bamboozle of latin american spanish

Sarah: Good Solstice
Such an atmospheric time of year
Old site of stone circle on moor behind our house and you can see why it’s there- clear view over the hills to east and west for miles

Wow! Sounds amazing, great place to soak up the ancient and eternal returning vibes… tho presume youve dug it over with your archaeology trowel?! X

Mad Hatter and Cheshire Cat! part of the Alice in Wonderland raft posse
That slightly odd frisson when you randomly bump into a blown up image of yourselves, down on the promenade by the i360…
a beautiful meander at sunset amidst starling murmurations
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that pic has a weird afterlife, echoes of summer on a freezing brighton day, 4 years or so ago now, but it crops up often! was in the Brighton Calendar last year

old skool… tinsel porridge breakfast rave
don’t mess with your food, poddigge went cold with all my banana bling-ing… so had to reheat
ended up being more sesame street elmo, bert n’ ernie than the intended ‘porridge with the prodigy’ x

nelisa: 😂🤣 You’re such a legend Richard!

martin: Poet and now alternative, beat chef?! 😄

Psytrance porridge is so last week, everyone knows Saturday mornings it’s reggae veggie sausages!

Cobweb Santa Beard, with icicle on the end of me nose!… up in Surrey at mums earlier
‘Colder than a well diggers arse’, as Tom Waits memorably sang… so I’ve been doing the usual… sea swimming in me skimpies….
followed by forever and forever in a sauna… gorging on mince pies and mulled-ness (almost mindfullness!) whilst watching footie.
Stay in bed beautiful people! xx

Stop start in a blizzard slo mo motorway… somewhere near Gatwick… fraught and beautiful… even then, I so love the snow

Not this one, but rather partial to a bit of boho schmaltz x

Look! Hoofprints of the giant wooly carretpillar-o-saurus! My foot to scale
Long believed extinct, it endures, in small enclaves on the chalk cliffs of the south downs…
This lovelorn sole survivor seemingly subsists on a diet of new born stoats and Worcestershire sauce flavoured crisps…
I have long suspected it to be my totemic spirit animal?