Dear Pogue, Having mused on Monday, as is my habit, I came a cross this quote in a feed I take weekly. I felt that it flowed like and from my Monday Musing. It speaks of an alternative world, maybe a better world, a world that is all but lost today. Maybe this is, in … Continue reading A Little Magic
When Abraham raised his hand to strikeWhat terror filled Isaac’s heartThe knife would be plunged with all Abe’s mightBut the patriarch knew he’d cause God’s delightAnd nothing mattered more Have you seen a child eyes wide with fearHave you heard the laboured breathThe form of that first innocent tearThe role of protector becoming quite unclearStrange … Continue reading Issac
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.
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.
Prayer, I still don’t understand (3)
Pogue, There’s a word, a concept, that is largely lost in todays world. In fact, you probably won’t even use the word unless you’re a lawyer. The word is covenant, a covenant being a contract, a binding pledge between two parties. As said, whilst in our day it is a term largely used by legal … Continue reading Prayer, I still don’t understand (3)
Sometimes it’s just a good thing.
Dear Pogue, Recently we received a text from someone, a person with religious inclinations, announcing that a new chapter of their life was about to begin and God would be blessing them along the way because, well, God had planned this new chapter. I baulk at this sort of conversation because I just can't believe … Continue reading Sometimes it’s just a good thing.
Morning Pogue, Let's get straight in this morning. Busy day ahead. In Freakonomics, written by the Steve's, Levitt and Dubner, there is a chapter on child education theory dealing with questions about the possible effects of racial background, economic background, parents etc (yeap, I'm reading, AGAIN!). The authors come to a conclusion, based not on … Continue reading Monday Musing
Well, this one's down to you Pogue. Another of your imaginative Christmas gifts. A limited edition copy of Antoine de Saint-Exupery's The Little Prince. First, thank you once again. Unexpected and pleasing. What more could one ask of a gift? If you've never read The Little Prince then you need to know that this seemingly … Continue reading Been Reading
Dear Pogue, A poem to start the week. I haven’t done a poem before. Little boy I miss you, with your sudden smile and your ignorance of pain. You walked through life and devoured it with nothing but misty goals to keep you company. You wandered through quiet woods with friends and you were startled … Continue reading Monday Musings
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
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