from BARDO

The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way our umbilicus.

Is it a consolation that the stuff of which we’re made

is star-stuff too?

– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –

dispersal only: carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen.

Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.

Roselle Angwin

Tuesday, 20 October 2015

instant karma

Instant karma, you could say. Ms Sanctimonious, over here on a very-long-awaited and much-needed writing retreat, broke her writing arm while walking in the forest yesterday.

At the moment she doesn't yet know the implications of all this, but she is in some pain and writing anything significant with one finger of her left hand seems a challenging idea.

Expect not much more than occasional haiku here, dear readers! And send me some sympathy...


  1. Oops!! Have you got digital dictation software? Or at least a tape recorder where you could tape your ideas for when you can write again. No need to reply!

  2. thank you, Alison. about to check out the built-in software!

  3. Ah! I have shoulder problems. Computer is a problem... as you say, karma. I hope that you feel better soon, and find (as suggested above) some way of capturing ideas for later writing. At least enjoy a beautiful place and relax. Maybe that is truly what you need...

  4. thanks for your comment, Rachel. i'm learning to type, v slowly, with one finger of my left hand... 600 words of my book yesterday! i hope your shoulder issues resolve themselves; and yes, i'm resting.


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