Dear Pogue, I am currently sitting in the quiet of the house just waiting for my mind and emotions to come to rest. The last three days have been chaotic, a little uncertain and tiring. I have travelled half way around the world to be home with a certain amount of uncertainty over actually achieving … Continue reading 3am in the morning.
Dear Pogue, Lesson from our travels. It’s actually really nice to be off the grid for a while. To actually let that compulsion to be checking messages go. I noticed that some people get a bit twitchy when suddenly there’s no signal but, boy, isn’t there a lot of space when that happens? Isn’t there … Continue reading Wot, no WiFi!
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
Pogue, This was spotted on the London Underground last week. Charlie Mackesy strikes again. We do love Charlie and his work. After Saturday’s post this seemed a timely affirmation of self worth. Remember, we are all precious and deserve respect and love. Please don’t ever think otherwise. And if someone tells you otherwise they are … Continue reading Don’t be deceived
Pogue, After the letter I sent yesterday I thought this card may sit well. Charlie Mackesy: The Boy, the mole, the fox and the horse. Ebury Press Now we wait and it is appropriate we do so for anything less would challenge our sincerity and cause us to question ourselves. We will know when the … Continue reading Happiness will return
Pogue, I saw this and after the last letter thought I’d send it to you as, well, it just goes. Charlie Mackesy: The Boy, the mole, the fox and the horse. Ebury Press. Please remember to be gentle with yourself today because life isn’t perfect and you and I often fall sort of our intentions … Continue reading Be gentle with yourself
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.