Dear Pogue, Daughter of mine, what a conversation. Isn’t it so strange that we can let our communications become tempered and modified by not wanting to offend another person or not wanting to upset? How easily we dilute our honesty because we fear that should another consume it undiluted it will be bitter and unpalatable. … Continue reading Daughter of mine.
Author: Wic
An Unholy Rant
Dear Pogue, This is a letter that I have started several times only to find it populating the waste bin. I know what I feel and want to say but have never found the right way to express it. You see, this letter will start with an idea, a rather passionate one, something I need … Continue reading An Unholy Rant
Got this bad boy!
Dear Pogue, Just a note to let you know I started the Year of Health as per my recent letter to you, and, yes you can hold me accountable. Well I have eaten plant based meals so far since the letter. Big tick. I’ve run in the wind and rain (this is Cambridge in winter). … Continue reading Got this bad boy!
Behind the curtain
Dear Pogue, I’ve had a really good few days. I’ve been with people who I feel able to talk with and really say what I am feeling and ask the questions I usually only turn over in my mind. That rare breed of people you can let your guard down with and explore some craziness. … Continue reading Behind the curtain
It’s all related
Dear Pogue, Thanks for inviting me for coffee. You know that’s one of my favourite places to take coffee? A great place to chill and wile away the hours. The company wasn’t bad either. Good conversation. In fact what we were talking about, higher consciousness, being one with God, the Universe, left me thinking after … Continue reading It’s all related
Dear Teenager
Dear Pogue, The New Year is here. A Happy New Year to you. My wish for you this coming year is that you have a truly great year full of dreams turned reality and all that good stuff. Yeah! Ok. Remember how I left you with a challenge when I last wrote? Yes? We were … Continue reading Dear Teenager
Best Wishes
Dear Pogue, Happy Christmas to you and everyone else who reads this. Not a letter, a card, a Christmas Card. I hope you do better than Chris. Have a really good time throughout the festive season. Best wishes Wic
A letter to me
If you could change your world by advising your younger self what to do and how to behave, what would you say?
What a week or three!
Dear Pogue, Please forgive me this letter. I just needed to write. I think I need to ground myself and I’m probably talking to myself. Yes, I know, the first signs of madness. But it will be a good conversation! I’ve had three busy weeks, which included a trip to Antwerp, full of people. I … Continue reading What a week or three!
Be kind today
Dear Pogue, A postcard! I’ve never sent a postcard. Who said “there’s nothing new under the sun”! Twice this week kindness has made me smile. Once in someone’s blog and once in this drawing by Charlie Mackesy. I hope I’m allowed to share this with you as I didn’t draw it. It’s just so good. … Continue reading Be kind today
Go to Hell
Dear Pogue, Someone once said question everything, and with my ability to see most all possibilities - my blessing and my curse - I do that more often than not. So, when I was told about Hell, its existence, its intention and its imminent threat to me, I was troubled. I went along with the … Continue reading Go to Hell
Fuddy Duddy?
Dear Pogue, People have been asking me where I live and, being the private, slightly secretive person that you know I am (and you love me for it...I hope) I have been avoiding the question. But, hey, what the heck. I am actually proud of where I live. It’s a great city. I think the … Continue reading Fuddy Duddy?
It is all about someone else!
Dear Pogue, I know you are aware that we both have a friend who is going to die. Whose death seems to be close after a long painful battle with an illness that has been relentless in its progression. I also know that you, like me, are sad, have already shed some tears and come … Continue reading It is all about someone else!
It’s all about ME!
Dear Pogue, This morning I find myself in a strange place. I know it has been caused by writing the last two letters. There I was, happily writing two letters a week, picking up things of interest and turning these into words. Vehicles for opinion and exploration. As I have told you, as the letters … Continue reading It’s all about ME!
What we going to do with the secret?
Dear Pogue, So, you paused and listened when you came to the end of the last letter? What happened? Did you wait in stillness and silence? Silence really is the language of God and I hope that you’re learning that. But, assuming we agree that there is substance to the secret, what are we going … Continue reading What we going to do with the secret?
Let me tell you a secret.
Dear Pogue, Right back at the start, in our first exchange of correspondence, words on paper, ink, messy finger prints (what would a letter be without a blotch or two?) uneven margins, you remember? Well we committed to our own personal attempt at a revolution. One that we would have for fun, spurred on and … Continue reading Let me tell you a secret.
Be your own cool.
Dear Pogue, You remember that place that only I know the way to? Back in the day? Well, back in this most magical of places, I would always hurry home on a Friday to catch a programme called Happy Days. No “Catch Up TV” then! Anyway, there was a character called the Fonz, and, back … Continue reading Be your own cool.
Where does it come from?
Dear Pogue, What no letter! A whole week without an envelope of inspiration landing on your door mat and calling to you: “Open me, open me”. It wasn’t that inspiration dried up. No, rather inspiration took annual leave whilst I sat around feeling sorry for myself. Let me explain. I had helped to look after … Continue reading Where does it come from?
Get a real job.
Dear Pogue, The last letter I sent you, I don’t understand how other people got to read it. Was it sealed when it arrived? Putting this mystery aside, some of those who read it said nice things so I guess, all in all, we got a win (someone even suggested there’s a book in all … Continue reading Get a real job.
Byron’s Pool
Dear Pogue, You might know this feeling. Some days I just need to walk with nature as my companion. To leave behind all that life has put on me and immerse myself in a different vibe, a different vibration. Something restoring, something energising, something pure. To this end I walked down to the river, a … Continue reading Byron’s Pool
Jon Boy
Dear Pogue Tell me, do you have a list of your favourite things? Yeah, I know how it goes: “Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens”. Very good, but listen, I mean...not the clothes you bought this season, that you’ll wear and wear, then replace as the new … Continue reading Jon Boy
Tell me a story.
Dear Pogue, Tell me. Have you ever listened to a story teller? Someone who can take words and weave them in to something enchanting, something mesmerising that draws you in and engages you, maybe engages your whole being? Story is the one thing that can hold a humans’ attention for hours. Nobody can look away … Continue reading Tell me a story.
A new god?
Dear Pogue, Last time I wrote I told you about the simple pleasure I got from flying a kite and how it was such a total experience. Then I got to thinking where things had gone awry. I mean, think about it, how many people can actually entertain themselves these days? Or, to put it … Continue reading A new god?
I didn’t say what you heard.
Hello Pogue, Can you believe there was someone who got hold of a copy of one of our letters and took time to send a message telling that they had enjoyed it? I mean, I write to you and somehow these letters find they way into the wider world! Crazy! But it made me smile. … Continue reading I didn’t say what you heard.
Airing my soul
Dear Pogue, Yesterday I did something I haven’t done in long, long time. I took a kite and flew it. More precisely, I went to the beach and flew my kite. The very best of days! The Classical Chinese described kite flying as “airing the soul” and there may be something in that. Uncomplicated yet … Continue reading Airing my soul
Dream from where you stand.
Dear Pogue, How’s your week going? I know you had to work some nights so I hope you have recovered. I thought I’d like to share a few lines from a favourite song that always encourages me and helps me to be forward looking. Whatever happened to the dreamersThey always look beyond the skySaw a … Continue reading Dream from where you stand.
Ain’t no favourites.
Dear Pogue, Here’s a thing. I’ve been watching the World Athletics Championships in Doha. Oh, forgive me for jumping straight in. How are you. I trust you are well. OK? I know you like running and competition, so you’re probably watching too. I used to come and watch you run but I never saw what … Continue reading Ain’t no favourites.
The Dwarfs are for the Dwarfs.
So, I got to thinking some more and I began to think that perhaps, just maybe, it was with the beginning of the formulation of religion that people began to lose sight of God.
Truth, what truth?
Dear Pogue, I’ve been back on the road for a short trip so haven’t put pen to paper for a week but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been thinking. My thoughts have flowed from some of the letters that we shared recently and I have found myself asking: “Who owns the truth?”. You’re probably thinking … Continue reading Truth, what truth?
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