by George Coombs

I have loved writing since I was a child and more recently I've felt a need to write what I think, feel and know wanting, in so doing to enter the reality of existence and share in a way that might help others during their pilgrimage through life to the waiting life to come. This can be hard at times.Themes as loss, isolation, suffering, death, longing , peace with oneself have been companions on my journey as they have, of course for others. At one time I made up things from my imagination and even once won a prize with a Detective story, now I write about what I feel, know and experience trying and use language in a way that is careful and sensitive. My evolving into the writer I am today links very muc with the passing of my mother. Mum was, for many years wheelchair disabled with arthritis and I was her carer and companion carrying out all her treatment, everything, you name it I did it. Many people, I know, join me in remembering Mum's courage, good humour and concern for others, Dad and I missed her very much then, just last year Dad also passed on. I have written much poetry arising from this one of which won an award and, I have been through periods of serious and at times life threatening distress which have set me thinking and producing the work I do now as a writer and artist. The stories explore life as it can be experienced, they enter into the mystery existance, I hope and believe they can will be helpful in some way to whoever reads them