Mothering Sunday – Comme une bouteille à la mer

Family tree

Prayer – Carol Ann Duffy

Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer
utters itself. So, a woman will lift
her head from the sieve of her hands and stare
at the minims sung by a tree, a sudden gift.

Some nights, although we are faithless, the truth
enters our hearts, that small familiar pain;
then a man will stand stock-still, hearing his youth
in the distant Latin chanting of a train.

Pray for us now. Grade 1 piano scales
console the lodger looking out across
a Midlands town. Then dusk, and someone calls
a child’s name as though they named their loss.

Darkness outside. Inside, the radio’s prayer –
Rockall. Malin. Dogger. Finisterre.

Carol Ann Duffy

Jardin sous la neige

In love with the gardener…

We find ressemblance where we feel we belong

Some people are not family but they are a kind of lineage, of the mind and of the heart. An inspiration in the dedication of their life.

Etty Hillesum

Josef Sudek

Louis Aragon

Marilyn Monroe

Eros and Psyche

On Valentine’s day and on Ash Wednesday. Eros meets Psyche.

Love comes to the Soul and the soul starts a difficult journey

Cupid embracing Psyche, painted Terracotta bust, 3rd – 2nd B.C.E British Museum Photo Margot Krebs Neale

On Friendship


Dessine-moi une maison