I thought I had outgrown my days of dress up. I love clothes, but have gotten more practical with age (buying hiking boots instead of high heels). But last weekend’s Jazz Age Lawn Party on Governor’s Island made me want to shake out my feathers and shimmy. I went with Bobby, who looked like a…
A word from the Dalai Lama
The Dalai Lama, when asked what surprised him most about humanity, answered ‘Man. Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live…
The Hours
If only I could have back all the hours that Laura and I spent apart during our relationship; the hours we worked, the evenings apart or rare occasions when we traveled apart. My guess is all this time would amount to at least another year together. What I wouldn’t give for those hours now. Time…
Through a Glass Darkly
‘What I’ve learned is that I’ve so much more to Learn’ -Maya Angelou. I couldn’t agree more. These past 8 months it is as if a whole other world has opened up to me. The life I am living now suddenly seems like a tiny walk on part within an elaborate play cycle that spans centuries…
To Love
Lovers from all over the globe have attached so many little padlocks to the bridges of Paris to symbolize their everlasting love that some bridges may be sagging under the weight. Some grumpy locals are petitioning to get the locks banned, but the city of love is refusing to remove them. Here’s to love!
PS
The living room light started to flash like crazy when I started to trim Laura’s photo for ‘the air we breathe’ post. Now if you’ve read earlier posts you’ll know that lamp is Laura’s bat signal, and if you read the ‘bossy pants award’ you’ll know she is especially keen on pointing out if I am…
The Air We Breathe
Sitting in traffic in the outskirts of London, looking at all the little homes bang up against the motorway, I thought ‘Wow, how can people live like that? It must be so toxic.’ Then it occurred to me, my building in Manhattan is barely 50 feet from the FDR Drive. Today I counted 16 lanes…
Memories of England
Sorting through boxes at my parents house, we found lots of old photos like this one from their wedding in 1957 Poets Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes used to live on my sister’s street in Newnham, Cambridge. An old Victorian street lamp at the end of a long lane nearby inspired CS Lewis’s description of…
My Angel
When I arrived back in New York nearly all the staff in my building (that’s around 20 people) greeted me with hugs. Miguel, one of the doormen, confided that during Laura’s last weeks she had told him, ‘Lucie is my angel. Take care of her when I am gone.’ We both cried and hugged some…
The Big Leap
I am back in New York after 10 weeks away in the UK and I can’t say it is easy. It seems incredibly quiet and lonely after the joyful pandemonium of my sister’s house; Issy strumming her ukele and Ave practicing guitar, Saskia baking ever more lavish cakes and everyone piling into the living room…
Loving Laura
Laura is very present to me now as a powerful and comforting spiritual presence. If you’ve been reading this blog you’ll know that since Laura passed I’ve been seeing firefly-like lights, hearing words of encouragement in my head and experiencing our computers and iPods suddenly play our favorite songs. And I am delighted to report…
My New Love
My sister’s new kitten Otto decided to adopt me the minute I arrived in the UK. He dived into the hammock beside me, wrapped his paws around my arm and fell asleep. No space is too tiny for him to cuddle up next to me, rub noses, crawl onto my chest or press his cheek…
Soul Love Forever 