Still there Pogue? Another letter to enlighten your day. Does life get any better? And this one…it’s a long one, three sheets of paper😳, so you might want to choose your moment for reading. In our last few letters we have started with the question, “Is God bothered” in relation to how we live our … Continue reading The God Frequency
Author: Wic
I’m A Real Boy.
I’m a real boy,I’m a real boy,The wooden puppet Pinocchio cried,As he danced on his strings,A jig of denial to all that made senseAnd aspired to what would never become,For if it were trueAnd we could be anything we wanted to be,He’d have donned flesh and bloodSo to set himself free. But whatever you’re told,Whatever … Continue reading I’m A Real Boy.
Monday Musing.
Dear Pogue, Did we wake on Thursday morning to a pivotal moment in world history? Well that’s what some of the commentators were saying as Russian tanks began to roll into Ukraine? Was the world about to change? Was this the prelude to war in Europe? There was so much to muse on Thursday. I … Continue reading Monday Musing.
Songs To Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now
Pogue, All this talk about God, the Universe, relationships, over the last few letters. It is bound to lead one’s mind to a certain place and it’s precisely from that place that I’ve found this song. A band I haven’t listen to in a while but I will be now. Follow the link to hear … Continue reading Songs To Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now
It’s A Tuning Fork Thing…
Well Pogue, Have you got your head around the whole eternity mindset? Better still, have you been mindful to work on your relationship with the eternal, to cosy up with God, or Source (if you’re having an unbelieving day🤔) and build or strengthen things between you? We commenced last weeks letters by considering whether God … Continue reading It’s A Tuning Fork Thing…
Monday Musing.
Pogue, I’ve been people watching and I’ve drawn on a library of observations gained over time. See if this resonates with you. Seated comfortably? Then here I go. There are people who in this life are needy. For a variety of reasons which a lot of the time are not their fault. Some are born … Continue reading Monday Musing.
Songs To …What I’m Listening To Now.
Well Pogue, After yesterdays letter I thought what more appropriate to listen to than Time by Pink Floyd. You’ve got to love a bit of Floyd! So I played it, and of course then you have to listen to the whole album which it comes from, Dark Side Of The Moon, an absolute classic. And … Continue reading Songs To …What I’m Listening To Now.
Monday Musing
Dear Pogue, Do you think God is really bothered? A strange, and maybe troubling question for a Monday morning you’re thinking. Go on. Push back with “Of course God’s bothered. God is Love and love is always bothered. It wants the best”. Nice reply, but let me add some illumination to my question. Every so … Continue reading Monday Musing
Songs To Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now.
Well Pogue, As you know I’ve been letting my thoughts explore the influence of parents on children and asking how it effects each of us. And when I focus on a particular subject my mind begins to pick out songs, poems and the like which tie to the subject. It’s like, you think of yellow … Continue reading Songs To Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now.
Hi Pogue,
After yesterdays post I found this. And this: And both were timely reminders which flowed, at least in my mind, of what I was trying to say. It never ceases to surprise me that someone else always says it better🥺, but I guess that’s life. There will always be someone out there who can do … Continue reading Hi Pogue,
We Are The Damaged Children Of Damaged Children.
Dear Pogue, As you know I received a copy of Renegades. Born In The USA, a dialogue between Barack Obama and Bruce Springsteen on numerous subjects spanning from music (obviously), to politics, the state of America and, as I read yesterday, the influence and effect on our lives of our parents. In the case of … Continue reading We Are The Damaged Children Of Damaged Children.
Monday Musing
Pogue, Should I be disappointed, even sad when I write something that is undoubtedly a great piece of creativity and only 3 or 4 people read it. Or multiple people read it and only 3 or 4 like it. I mean, there it is and I’ve poured myself into it, shed tears, sweated blood, built … Continue reading Monday Musing
Songs To Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now.
Pogue, Thought I’d follow up on Christmas and a gift I was given. You remember that I received a copy of Barack Obama’s and Bruce Springsteen’s book, Renegades - Born In The USA. It’s proving a really good read having been produced as a series of conversations covering subjects as diverse as their childhood’s, their … Continue reading Songs To Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now.
Hope
Dear Pogue, So it happened. After numerous false starts and months of preparation I am finally in my new home! Cardboard box city or what at this moment! But I’ve found the box with my winter jumpers in, so I’m finally equipped to face the day. 1C outside on this fine winter day. Life is … Continue reading Hope
Monday Musing
Pogue! Wic is in the house! I say, WIC IS IN THE HOUSE! A bit dramatic you think? Well after 6 months of spare rooms, sofa beds, and rented accommodation I have finally moved in. And I’m sleeping in my own bed and it’s…a great feeling! But today is Monday and it’s a Musing moment … Continue reading Monday Musing
An Old Friend
An old friend took me to bed last nightI hadn’t done that in a timeI think I needed comfortingI think I needed something that would make me smileSomething familiar and scented with good times Times long gone by. We lay beneath the sheetsDetermine to set a moodTo re-enact days now passedTo find the memories and … Continue reading An Old Friend
Monday Musing
Pogue, Another week gone and a new one lays ahead. Not a whole lot has happened in the last seven days and in times like this it is useful to take stock of the small things. You listened to the Kate Bush song I sent you last week? A song about the pleasure in recalling … Continue reading Monday Musing
Mental Health, My Mental Health.
Dear Pogue, First, if you’re in a hurry or short on time, don’t start this letter. It’s long. I got started and the conversation I was having with myself expanded. It needed to as I was looking for answers. There, you’re on notice. So…. Are you able to stand off and observe yourself? Become the … Continue reading Mental Health, My Mental Health.
Songs To Pogue… What I’m Listening To Now
What’s Up Pogue, Here’s a song that tells a story of those moments of pleasure that make up our fondest memories. And there are those special unique moments such as your first kiss, or maybe that night you spent with friends and you wished it would never end. All the cosmic tumblers were lined up … Continue reading Songs To Pogue… What I’m Listening To Now
Let Them Not Say.
Pogue, Having written Where Do The Birds Go (The Bigger Question)? and finished with the words; Leaving us no guiltLet’s not remember That evil prevails when good menNotice not I came across a poem entitled Let Them Not Say by Jane Hirshfield in my reading today. For me, it had taken what I had said … Continue reading Let Them Not Say.
Monday Musings
Well Pogue, Last Monday I asked you how you would live this year if this was the last year, ever. If on 31st December the world just stopped. What did you think? Indeed, did you think? I’ve asked some others and there seems to be a big gap in the responses. There are some who … Continue reading Monday Musings
Where Do The Birds Go (The Bigger Question)?
I asked you where the birds went We wondered but we didn’t knowOur enquiry was honest Our interest keen But now a darker question begins to formWhere did the Jews go?Throughout histories darker hoursHere one day and gone the next Then the Tutsi?that Rwandan people Slipped from view While the world noticed not As did … Continue reading Where Do The Birds Go (The Bigger Question)?
Where Do The Birds Go?
Have you ever seen a dead birdLaying on the ground? The trees sing outWith birdsong sweetThe skies are speckled byBirds in flight Flocks gather in the fieldsAnd feast on the cornSeagulls gather on the shoreOr cluster around the fishing boats In city gardensOn wooded hillsIn the summer heatAnd the winters freeze Birds are a backdropTo … Continue reading Where Do The Birds Go?
It’s A New Year
Pogue, Remember, we’re thinking about what we’d do if we only had this year and no more. How we’d live. Carry on thinking about it. Wic
The Last Year To Come
Dear Pogue, So here we are at the commencement of a New Year and we’re all resolutioned up. All those things we intend to do to improve life. Weight to lose, fitness to gain, bad habits to shed. We do it every year and then, round about the third week of January begin to flag. … Continue reading The Last Year To Come
Antidotes To Fear Of Death
Pogue, I came across this the other day while reading around. It fits so well with a recent letter I’ve written to you. Better than I initially realised. Written by Rebecca Elson, sharing a view that I’ve suggested towards death, that we are only passing on and shedding our bodies to go to better things … Continue reading Antidotes To Fear Of Death
Songs To Pogue…What I’m listening to now
Dear Pogue, One last song for this year. A song that gives hope, at least for me. A song about relationship. It’s a cover version but I like this one and it finishes the year well. Nothing Else Matters, originally by Metallica, covered by Smith and Myers as an acoustic version. As the New Year … Continue reading Songs To Pogue…What I’m listening to now
Only The Good Die Young
Someone has said “Only the good die young” and whilst I’m sure that death is no more partial to the good than it is to the not so good there have been moments when I have found myself wondering why a life has been cut short or finished in it’s prime. I found myself in … Continue reading Only The Good Die Young
Monday Musing
Pogue, The very first person we referenced in our letters was D.H.Lawrence. Here’s a very short poem by the same which makes a profound statement and makes me wonder at men’s self indulgence. I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a boughwithout ever having felt … Continue reading Monday Musing
The Mongoose
The mongoose danced the circle againThe cobra swayed and spatThe tango of death played onYet I have to askWhat profit the mongoose should it the victor be? It knows not what drives it into conflictBut this has always been the way‘It’s what I do’ it would want to say The cat that kills the birdLeaving … Continue reading The Mongoose
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