The reason is as varied as the posts, poems, blogs about my lived experience, time in and working in the state education system as a teacher and headteacher and now on to working in the third sector of voluntary and charitable organisations. And like the title, it doesn’t always make sense.

“Slice a pear and you will find that its flesh is incandescent white. It glows with inner light. Those who carry a knife and a pear are never afraid of the dark” – Yann Martel

Or a ‘can opener’. I was brought up on a council estate diet of canned fruit, meat and veg – yay for the 1970s – we could get a whole roast dinner out of a tin. 

There’s something about tinned food that speaks to me.

The fruit of our lives is precious. No one pear is more important that an other and our pears contain the seeds for the forest of the future. (I told you, I love to play with metaphor.) Deep down, we sense this and we try to protect ourselves with a hard exterior – like a tin can – thinking our fruit is protected inside. It isn’t. It’s isolated and detached – it can’t reach its potential.

It deserves to tell the story it was created to sow.

Open the tin with eyes full wide;

There’s wonder and beauty and truth hid inside.