Five weeks off work would make anyone happy, and I’m no exception. An adventure across the Pacific awaits with tango shoes and a foreign language. Sleeping in, dancing late, discovering a new city with its food, culture and songs, meeting people, having time to think, create, wonder and wander. See you Friday, Buenos Aires!
I confess that I do often lose things in my house (and in moving have found things I’ve been trying to locate for years). On the other hand, I also have a sixth sense for where certain items are, despite the piles of boxes yet to be unpacked and stacks of books. Take, for example,… Continue reading Happiness as Anarchy #124: Instant finds amongst the mess
They sit on the shelf like wise old sages. Not demanding to be read like their flashy descendants, but waiting patiently until the time is right. A classic tale unravels in the printed word and the untold story of readers over decades floats from between the pages. Who read this before me? And who before… Continue reading Happiness as Anarchy #119: Old Red Books
Small poetry for growing small people. Small poetry to teach them to find joy in the small things. Words to live by, regardless of size. William Martin – The Parent’s Tao Te Ching
I packed my books today, ready for the movers in the morning. While I have many sore muscles, books make me happy. Being surrounded by books give me sense of having a world at my fingertips. So many magical combinations of text on a page to keep the brain ticking. This is a small selection… Continue reading Happiness as Anarchy #70: Boxes of Books
I’m not going to lie to you – this parenting thing is hard work. My two small people (11 & 13) are great, but they have their moments. Even though they’ve outgrown picture books, I still love them. In fact, I think I love them more now that I don’t get to read them every… Continue reading Happiness as Anarchy #24: Children’s Books