books and storms

Every now and again I find myself re-reading or watching a whole string of classic stories from Austen, Gaskell, and other tellers of simple, timeless tales about humanity and love. It almost feels medicinal. My days become richer for it (as does my vocabulary). I see beauty and goodness more clearly about me. These are books which sustain a wholesome and complex imagination. I must admit I've never understood the recent passion for graphically violent stories - I can not get my head around people watching such things for entertainment.

My morning was wreathed in magnolia blossom and storms. There's a sense of nostalgia in the winds lately, perhaps because they're damp with sea, or perhaps because winter is receding. Now we have a more wayward spring weather. I head out with the assurance from forecast agencies that there will be sun, only to get rained on by a sky that I'm sure is laughing wryly through the downpour. And yet, when I wait for rain, it does not come. 

Really, it's kind of lovely. It makes one forget about forecasts and have a real relationship with the weather outside one's door.


  1. Recently, I've re-watched The Forsyte Saga on the DVD (the 2002 version with Damien Lewis as Soames) - a vast family tale, spanning generations but with such 'modern' characters. How I wish there were more men in the world like both Old and Young Jolyon, and many fewer 'men of property' like Soames!

  2. I agree about weather. Forecasts are so often wrong.. and I love surprises!

  3. yes, i so agree---violence as entertainment just doesn't appeal or make sense to me either. all that comes to mind is gladiators and animal-baiting; can we not move beyond such disgusting things?

    forecasts...ha! my bones and joints are far more reliable in predicting rain.



In the quiet hours, the inbetween moments and the half-light, I sometimes like to write. My books are made from fairytale shadow and old magical songs. They speak about dreams, lost wishes, longing for something beyond the self, and always about love. You can learn about them here.

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