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June 4, 2018

I recorded an aural letter to myself at Llanbadarn Church, while pausing on a run, yesterday. I suspect that it’ll be the first of many. It’s an intensely private mode of free-form self-reflection –  a sonic snapshot of the heart and … Continue reading

June 2, 2018

7.15 am: A communion. 8.00 am: Drizzle prevailed. Overcast days carry with them an inertia that one must consciously fight against. In order to break with its gravitational pull, I launched myself into immediate and straightforward tasks (such as tidying … Continue reading

June 1, 2018

7.00 am: A communion. Semester 2/Term 3 ends tomorrow. June 1 marks the annual inauguration of a different type of energy and intensity of operation. Everyday from now until the beginning of the new academic year must count. Over the … Continue reading

May 31, 2018

When thou hadst overcome the sharpness of death: Thou didst open the kingdom of heaven to all believers (‘Te Deum’, The Book of Common Prayer (1559)) 7.15 am: A communion. The study was still very warm first thing in the … Continue reading

May 29, 2018

6.45 am: Late night; late start. I’m a creature of routine; departures from it unsettle me. 7.30 am: A communion. 8.30 am: Off to the School to return papers and deliver the mark sheets completed thus far. ‘BUNNIES!’ More bunnies … Continue reading

May 28, 2018

Bank Holiday. (Fat chance!) 6.00 am: Up with the wood pigeon and down to work. To begin: administrations and letters, and arrangements for my voyage home and for a new off-shoot website (which will contain this Diary, in a new … Continue reading

May 26, 2018

One door, closing; one attitude, hardening: a cultivated coldness. Distance and camouflage; resistance and cover: a ‘calculated cruelty’.* 6.00 am: I needed to eek out the day as much work-time as it offered. There was admin to complete, letters to … Continue reading

May 25, 2018

6.00 am: Post-ablutions, my first task every morning is drying and putting away the kitchen things. This, for me, is life at its most blissfully mundane: 6.30 am: Breakfast. Defrosted raspberries feel like fat squishy caterpillars. 7.15 am: A communion. 7.45 … Continue reading

May 24, 2018

Ah, but I was so much older then; I’m younger than that now (Bob Dylan, ‘My Back Pages’ (1964)) 7.15 am: A communion. 7.45 am: Email catch up. In the background: The Nice’s, Country Pie/Brandenburg Concerto No.6 (1970), which combines Bob … Continue reading