Poem

A dream of death

Is still a dream of life. 

In it, I could feel the touch of your wrinkled skin

Leathered by the years, but still protecting.

In my vulnerable moment, I put all my hopes and fears and shame on a plate for you to devour, and you simply said: 

 ’I love you.’

 

Daily gratitude

How did I help others today?

Called a friend to see how they were doing.

How did others help me?

Dad brought me a cup of tea as a wake up call.

What did I learn today?

Henry II’s court jester farted for the king as part of his services. He was called Roland the Farter.

Daily gratitude

How did I help others today?

I tutored two students.

How did others help me?

My Nan loaned me her car for Christmas - what a saint.

What did I learn today?

Most of Switzerland’s energy comes from HEP in the Alps.