There’s a bird I watch from my windowShe comes day after daySoaring on the up draughtsBorn of stormy windsNever fluttering a wingEasyQueen of the skyNot a care or concern can be seenAnd as Lawrence wrote “I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself A small bird drop frozen dead from a bough without ever … Continue reading A Bird
Potential
My Pocket
There’s a poet in my pocketI think she’s rather quaint,She smiles like an angelAnd makes me feel a saint.She’s lending me her best linesThoughts deeper than I’ve known,Compelling me to write themUntil I’ve composed a poem.She’s not bothered about a creditIt really would be a bind,To have to wait to be acknowledgedMaybe getting left behind.For … Continue reading My Pocket
Monday Musing
Dear Pogue, I came across a quote from Sylvia’s Plath yesterday where she said she had learnt “to embrace her own weirdness”. It sort of struck me that in doing so she found her own creative genius and whilst her life was a troubled one, she left us with a legacy of great poetry. Her … Continue reading Monday Musing
Law 1.One
Dear Pogue, I have spent much time with things spiritual and during that time I have come to recognise certain constants in the world. They are not things that people usually consider or even realise exist. I thought I’d like to share with you the things I have found over a series of short letters … Continue reading Law 1.One
I Asked A Question
Pogue, After I posted the letter to you which you received yesterday I realised I had asked a question and left it unanswered. My bad! Actually it was two questions, but one sentence, and I’ve been thinking about both. I will offer you an answer from where I am at in my thinking but I … Continue reading I Asked A Question
The Potential
Morning Pogue, Another day, another envelope. So, we want to experience God, or Source. Not too much to ask, I’m thinking. After all, God is omnipresent and omnipotent so it strikes me that not experiencing God is more abnormal than normal. But then, as you know, I’m one on my own. We’ve been corresponding on … Continue reading The Potential
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.
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
Something On Tuesday
Monday Musing
Dear Pogue, Well you read my letter on being Windswept? Several other people certainly did and I received some feedback. The good stuff😎 The gist of it was that people actually like the idea of being eccentric, if only in some small way. That they know that there are things that they keep hidden away … Continue reading Monday Musing
Windswept and the ocean
Dear Pogue, I’ve just picked up a copy of Billy Connelly’s autobiography. Love him or hate him he is an interesting person as a comedian, a film star and a documented traveller. The book has the title of Windswept and Interesting, a title Billy arrived at after a comment someone made when describing him. Windswept … Continue reading Windswept and the ocean
I am the…Devil?
Well Pogue, I’m beginning to think that I’ve discovered my superpower! I’m assuming that these youthful good looks don’t count as a superpower? No? I thought not. Shame. You have to try. Anyway, my superpower? I lead people astray. I can do it with ease and often they don’t even know it’s happening. So, am … Continue reading I am the…Devil?
Sometimes You Have To Make The Magic
Dear Pogue, Sometimes all the magic there is is all the magic you make. Like, you’re responsible for how the world functions. Not necessarily the events because in life things can happen to us. You must have had occasions when you’ve just stopped and had to take a breath whilst thinking, “Didn’t see that one … Continue reading Sometimes You Have To Make The Magic
Monday Musings
Morning Pogue, There’s this friend of mine who has a dog. Big dog. “So?” you ask. Well my friend noticed a group of children playing with the dog from the other side of the garden fence. The dog was getting excited so he went into the garden to speak with the children and told them, … Continue reading Monday Musings
Monday Musings
Morning Pogue, There’s an old Robert Palmer song with a chorus of: Ooh it takes every kinda peopleTo make what life’s about, yeahEvery kinda peopleTo make the world go round And this forty years before we got to Black Lives Matter. Yes it does take “every kinda people” because life has the potential to be … Continue reading Monday Musings
Songs to Pogue…what I’m listening to now.
Hey, Pogue, What's up? Yesterday I wrote to you about everyone needing a Little Red Corvette in their lives. A little unusual that will stand out in a world of predominantly grey cars. So, having written that I had to go and play this song, headphones on, strutting around the kitchen like Prince. Today, I … Continue reading Songs to Pogue…what I’m listening to now.
Who Is Normal Man?
Dear Pogue, I recently mused on a Monday and asked you to think about who Normal Man was. Remember? So who is this person (and I'll take Normal Woman for an answer)? Our new, soon to be iconic, superhero. The defender of all that makes our usual day. Protecting our boundaries from the extraordinary. Our … Continue reading Who Is Normal Man?
Monday Musings
So Pogue, My first post of the year, aside from my Musings of course, declared that we live in a world full of potential. It's all about us. Heaven is breaking in whenever the chance presents itself. Yet so many live such poor lives. Not necessarily monetarily poor, but obviously that exists. Rather with no … Continue reading Monday Musings
Law 2. Vibration.
Dear Pogue, Well I hope you got your head around the first Law. Here’s the second. Everything, absolutely everything is energy, which includes you and I. That’s not just what you can see but also what you can’t see. Your thoughts are energy, your emotions and feelings are energy. The clothes you wear, the desk … Continue reading Law 2. Vibration.
Unharnessed Potential
Hi Pogue, How are you enjoying the new idea, the music posts? I met Carole the other evening and she was telling me how she had enjoyed the first few. She was really enthusiastic about the blog. Made me smile. Strange how I post you these letters and so many others read them, regularly. But … Continue reading Unharnessed Potential
Surrender
Dear Pogue, I have not written for a few days as I have been allowing my curiosity free rein this week, and who could blame me? Here in lockdown I need to find some room for exploration. My curiosity has moved out from the last two posts I wrote and was seen to have a … Continue reading Surrender
Potential Revolution
Dear Pogue, I thought I would write a follow up to our recent letter, You’re Worthless. It sort of stirred something up and I overheard a conversation or two. Let me start by setting the scene. As I write I am currently looking out of the window onto mountains. Yes, I am not at home … Continue reading Potential Revolution
Let’s get it all lined up
Dear Pogue, I spend my day looking for opportunities. You tell me that God will open a door for you when you’re moving into your future and live expecting that to happen. That’s cool. Well I’m talking about the same thing, just, well sometimes we have different language in play. I want to be tuned … Continue reading Let’s get it all lined up
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!
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.
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.
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.
Wouldn’t it be something?
Dear Pogue, Did you enjoy the weekend? The sun shone and shone here so I max'd out time in the courtyard with a good book, a couple of coffees and as the sun slid into absence, a cheeky beer. In the evening, as I was home alone, I made hamburgers and watched football. I feel … Continue reading Wouldn’t it be something?
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