John Haynes’ photograph of the week: ‘Bacchante couchee’ August 28, 2009
Posted by janehaynes in : Atomies of love, Becoming..., Thinking skywards , comments closedCopyright John Haynes 2008: Auguste Clesinger, ‘Bacchante couchee’ 1848.
What animal would you most like to be? August 8, 2009
Posted by janehaynes in : Atomies of love, dogs , comments closed‘My mutt Maggie because she gets to spoon my eldest daughter ‘Ripley’ every night.’ Thandie Newton, in My London, last night.
‘Come away, oh human child?/To the waters and the wild/With a faery hand in hand,/For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.’ Yeats
Alex, our son, sometime, in the eighties.
Lucy the vizsla … and other things. July 29, 2009
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Lucy in Regents Park , London which is so beautiful it deserves it owns blog
Birthday at the Waterside Inn, Bray July 29, 2009
Posted by janehaynes in : Atomies of love , comments closedI am allergic to birthdays and
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Becoming … less afraid of rejection July 20, 2009
Posted by janehaynes in : Atomies of love, Becoming... , comments closedRejection is never nice but fearing or avoiding it can shrink life. About four years ago I decided that I was going to ask the universe – or its inhabitants – outright when I wanted something and developments in neuroplasticity which might become the subject of my next blog. Unless I hear that my agent has sent out my book proposal in which case I might find myself writing still more about rejection.
Patsy Rodenburg PRESENCE published by Penguin
Rethinking Friendship July 10, 2009
Posted by janehaynes in : Atomies of love, Uncategorized , comments closedI wrote earlier that sometimes it takes a lifetime to know which of those magic meetings in life with significant others remain with us as platinum rings of eternity. Now, I think I may have been placing too much emphasis on the idea of endurance. For a start, I don’t have as many friends now as when I was younger. I’m more reclusive, more disillusioned and for whatever reason – their memories vividly mark a chapter of our lives. I still remember not only my own, but my children’s long lost best friends as if it was yesterday. It is not, after all, I think the length of time that matters but the depth of loving, or come to that, hating.
THRESHOLD MOMENTS OF ENGAGEMENT June 28, 2009
Posted by janehaynes in : Atomies of love, Uncategorized , comments closedI commented earlier on the frightful pangs – when one is writing – of beginnings, of empty pages and seductive Duessa in Spencer’s Fairie Queen. Hope of communion is ignited but sometimes its energy is gossamer fine. It may be days, months or probably years, even a lifetime, before we find out if the engagement of a new beginning has become the platinum of eternity.