Dear Yuri, As lockdown goes on I get more used to the social distance, but what I miss the most are CROWDS. Quiet is nice. Noise is nicer. The...
Dear Yuri Between the blinds, the sun glints. Hints. There will be light. Hope. But, every day it dies. If you died. I’d. Gareth, St Albans...
The voices in your head that tell you you’re struggling, The feeling in your chest that shortens your breathing, Life seems so pointless you keep...
Dear Yuri, The garden has become a lovely room during lockdown. A room to escape to with only the plants, trees and birds for company. The smell of...
Dear Yuri, The world from my window both as big as it’s small Millions of stars when there is no light at all. Through the day lots of people I see...
Dear Yuri, A poem for you. New habit – slicing chunks off finger ends – sharp knives to blame Am I telling myself something, am I snitching on me? I...
Dear Yuri, There is a concept in yoga that talks about the impermanence of things. The fact that the only certainty in life is uncertainty. Life is...
Dear Yuri, As I look up at the night sky from my cottage on a tiny island in Sweden, I feel the presence of Mother Nature presiding over us, holding...
Dear Yuri This is my window now. As we’ve gone through the first uncertain months of not knowing how far apart we could get and for how long, I now...
Dear Yuri You would’ve seen for your own eyes that the world spins and it’s still spinning. Every morning the birds are still singing, the plants are...
Dear Yuri, When I was a child I used to think about “what if something happened and we will stay at home for a long time like in movies”. It was just...
Dear Yuri, As I look from my window, I see a world I barely recognise. 2020 was the year we were going to change the world. Single use plastics...