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.

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?

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.

I didn’t say what you heard.

Hello Pogue, Did you enjoy our last letter? Can you believe there was someone who got hold of a copy and took time to send a message telling that they had enjoyed it? Made me smile. However, having read their message I am not sure they read the letter in the way that I intended … Continue reading I didn’t say what you heard.

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?

As Mad as Hatters

Dear Pogue, Just a quick thought to remind us both that there is magic in our world with one of my favourite quotes. People need to be told that over and over. We started to exchange letters on freethinkers and it will take a freethinker to find that place. Undoubtedly it is a place filled … Continue reading As Mad as Hatters

It’s Not An Exact Art

Dear Pogue, You know how I like to cook and experiment with food. It's a creative art to me. Well, someone gave me a day at a cookery school learning how to bake bread. So yesterday I set off early, into the city on my bike, and spent the day getting covered in dough and … Continue reading It’s Not An Exact Art

Some say weird, I say different.

Dear Pogue, I have a friend who has just gone to university. "So what" I hear you ask, "aren't a whole bunch of kids off to university about now?" Yes, that's true, but my friend didn't go with the hoards of 18 and 19 year olds fresh from school, most trying to delay employment as … Continue reading Some say weird, I say different.

True Love

Dear Pogue, There's a musician called Yusuf Islam. Back in the day he was known as Cat Stevens. There's so much about "back in the day" that's to like. If you listen to his songs you will find a kindred spirit, a seeker, someone looking for a better world and there is a simple honesty … Continue reading True Love