Earlier this week I had the immense honour of talking to Peter Brook, and amongst many things, we talked about the sonnets, the power and potency of language, and the beauty of a string of words that create poetry.

We talked about the power of Shakespeare and how each word contains a whole world, that leads on to the next word and the next world…. and as each new thought emerges, there is the gentle hum of a voice that sings:

“Go on. Tell me more. Yes. Go on.”

He quoted the first line of sonnet 15 and I couldn’t remember the second. Well here it is and it couldn’t be more important. Everything that grows, holds in perfection but a little moment. We have so many little moments now, and if we can take time to consider them, somewhere in there is perfection.

So as the sun sets on a spring sky and despite being told not to, my filthy over-tired three year old climbs over me and the sofa, screaming  “Why has Forest Johnson closed my school?! I want snack time!!!!!”…. I stop. I consider. I turn my phone to silent and reach for the very large glass of wine:

“Go on. Tell me more. Yes. Go on”.

When I consider everything that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment.

– Sonnet 15