Finding Meaning

There have been many times when I’ve struggled with life’s meaning and dabbled with nihilism. Existentialism is a byproduct of consciousness, it seems. Some time ago I had a bit of a revelation, in a bluer moment. For some months I’d felt listless, weighed down by the absence of meaning. I’d felt that, as monkeys … Continue reading Finding Meaning

A Year of Not

My fingers have hovered over my keyboard a number of times this year, but I’ve not written. That’s been in keeping with 2018; a year of deliberately not doing many things. I’ve not worked, much. I’ve not tried very hard. I’ve not worried as much. I’ve not written. I’ve not done rather than done. Yet … Continue reading A Year of Not


Here's an article that appeared in the wonderful Waterlog magazine this summer and explains why I've not been writing so much recently... My hazy first memory is of trying to fish - a kaleidoscopic jumble retained by my three-year-old mind, reassembled 30 years later. It all started with the discovery of a worm in our garden. … Continue reading Recast