There’s been a little silence here lately.

The past season has been full in the kind of way that leaves you grateful and tired at the same time. Work has been heavy, days have moved quickly, and somewhere along the…

There’s a strange kind of guilt that comes with not creating.

Not because the ideas stop — they don’t — but because they keep arriving anyway, quietly, persistently, like they’re tapping you on the shoulder while you’re busy doing everything…

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This is a song I wrote a long time ago, after a dream I had.

It's one that stayed with me. I think some songs just sit with you like that - not moving on, just waiting.

I guess…

I always love finding things like this in bags of old lyrics.

A few lines scribbled down without much thought at the time — just a quiet moment, a dream I had had, and a place that never existed outside…

There are a few more songs out in the world now.

They’ve found their way onto the website here, and into the quieter corners of social media — not with much noise, just gently placed there.

These ones have…

As I said earlier in the week, I’ve noticed how quickly I want to finish things… especially songs.

To tie it up neatly. To land on the “right” lyric. To arrive somewhere clear and certain. There’s obviously a kind of…

On Friday evening, I shared the first small piece of Panting Deer.

Just a short snippet. Nothing finished. Nothing fully formed. If I’m honest, it was something I didn’t feel quite ready to let go of yet.

And then… people…

I’ve been thinking lately about how the smallest things often linger the longest.

Not the big, obvious moments — but the ones that almost pass unnoticed. A chord that resolves in a way you didn’t expect. The sound of rain…

This week, I brought home a new parlour guitar.

It’s a shape I haven’t played in a long time, but one that feels familiar. It was the first kind of guitar I ever held — the one I learned on,…

There’s something honest about beginnings.

Not the kind that arrive with noise or urgency, but the quieter ones — the kind that take shape slowly, almost unnoticed, like light returning at the end of winter.

Panting Deer feels like that…