Performing tasks with elegance and grace always reveal a deep and long relationship with a craft. Utilised to create moments, materials and a world that is comprised of the most heightened and unique abilities. We should be so lucky to know what we want to become a master at, most of us don’t. The world of craftsmanship is a world of evolution hence why it may elude some people that are hoping to be an expert from the inception and cannot endure the slow simmering path to mastery. It is a way of life devoted to time, and if there … Continue reading Mastery

I sit on what was once the bed of the Silurian sea 428 million years ago. Surrounded by newly existent trees—green and ripe with the renaissance of spring—roots older than I can imagine but along the respective lineage new and full of hope. The Sun welcome on my neglected skin. This plot of nature reserved for its fossils and although only stretching itself a couple of miles—civilisation resuming at the edges—it is a little world unto itself that I frequent with pleasure in my heart. I often wake up extra early to for a chance visit my local nature reserve … Continue reading A world of Nature

We all enjoy an interesting conversation. We may be on the train overhearing a genuinely absorbing exchange, listening to a podcast or actively partaking in the excitements ourselves. What separates the mundane drivel that leaves no impression from the titillating ear perking dynamic of a stimulating conversation? Most people would assume a point of interest would be a starting point and I agree that’s the half of it. But I think more than that it balls down to a few things; that including the levels of engagement, authenticity and passion. Because if someone is talking about something they love it … Continue reading The Art of Conversation

Maya Angelou is a household name, and up until recently for me, she was just the man or women (I wasn’t sure at the time) who was mentioned with high esteem in Kanye’s West ode to his mother on the Track “hey mama”.   “CAN’T YOU SEE, YOU’RE LIKE A BOOK OF POETRY, MAYA ANGELOU, NIKKI GIOVANNI TURN ONE PAGE, AND THERE’S MY MOMMY.”   I also briefly remember finding a book of her poems tired and dusty in the shed when I was a child, but that’s about all of the knowledge I had of what I now know … Continue reading Still I rise