Without Krishna There Is No Song

Life continues to drag on through these winter months, marked by the coming and going of coursework deadlines and the slow passage of the pale sun. Thankfully, I am the recipient of a great many blessings that nourish me in a very tangible way. They come in different forms, some obvious, some less so. Some [...]

I wish I had a river I could skate away on…

The sun set at four in the afternoon today.
I observed in the speech therapy practice all day.
If I see the same wooden puzzle that begins each child’s session one more time (and it’s been about fifty at least so far) I think I’ll scream.

H is for: Honey, Hertfordshire, Hives, and Herb Walks

Last night me and my mum went to a talk on beekeeping hosted by the Radlett Horticultural Society. My mum has been a member for years, but she’s never really attended any of the meeting or lectures (I don’t get it either). We decided to go though, as I’ve been interested in beekeeping for quite [...]

Dial M for Mali

On Wednesday night, Mali took part in his first ever concert at Watford School of Music, where I used to learn violin and where he now learns piano – well, not at the same building. In the past year or so, they’ve moved premises from the old, squeaky staired mansion house where I learnt for [...]

Jala Dharam

Today the sky is white, trembling with the heavy weight of the water it holds. Puddles rise at the edge of every kerb, turning fallen leaves into sodden piles and catching wavering light, red, amber and green. Trees are washed, trunks slick; faces wet, bent down or only seen in snatches beneath umbrellas. Drops roll [...]

Propositional and Predicate

I feel clever,
just writing Calculus at the top of the page.
Even though it’s not real,
a brief,
dizzying diversion into logic,
sandwiched tightly between noun clauses and maxims of communication.
I smile inside, suddenly smelling my old classroom once again,
Sharp leaded tang of fresh pencil sharpenings,
and apple cores.
Staring at the unfriendly sheets of empty squared paper,
head pounding,
churning cold numbers [...]

Dippy dippy doo – it’s the days of the week…

So went the song the children sang this morning – gathered in an excitable clump on the patterned carpet. I spent the day at One World Montessori School in Hammersmith, West London, as part of the work placement I’m on right now at children’s speech therapy clinic. It was somewhat of a welcome change from [...]