The Dance of Life and Death

My gift to my mother on her 50th birthday was a fountain pen, and shortly after her death her partner Dirk returned it to me, saying that it seemed appropriate for me to have it. I was deeply grateful for this thoughtful gesture, as I had not yet thought of the pen myself, and it … More The Dance of Life and Death

London Snow

‘White is the color of the new, the pure, the pristine. It is also the color of soul free of the body, of spirit unencumbered by the physical. It is the color of the essential nourishment, mother’s milk. Conversely, it is the color of the dead, of things which have lost their rosiness, their flush … More London Snow