In which I speak to myself, and write to you On Patterns 2021 was the year of noticing patterns. Being plucked out of your familiar habitat and plunged into new territory sets life in a new light which allows you to see your patterns anew. (E.g. I have made a…

What happens when you drive past a cemetery every day on your way to school? Columns of rain pound into the pavement. School buses skid around the corner and wheeze into the street. Palm trees sway. Towers glimmer. Across the lobby, families congregate to watch the downpour. Kids and parents…