Some days do not stick Choosing to slide right byAnd time so valuableIs lost in a haze of regretFor what is of valueIf not timeSo fundamental to all our endeavours.I asked,Some said moneySome said friendsSome said peaceSo I answered “But all need time”Time to makeTime to beTime to appreciateAnd once spent it cannot be regainedUnlike … Continue reading Last Day
Monday again Pogue, Good morning. Over the last week I think many of us have been watching America as it tries to work through the chaos of the overturned Roe v Wade legal decision. A divided nation or what? And once again the baseline seems to be religion and God gets the blame or plaudits, … Continue reading Monday Musing
Pogue, I’m feeling sad as I write. Really sad. I woke this morning to an untimely message. The first time I read it I have to admit, I had no context for it so I really didn’t grasp it. I read it twice more and then sat to absorb the sudden death of our last … Continue reading Monday Musing
Dear Pogue, Did we wake on Thursday morning to a pivotal moment in world history? Well that’s what some of the commentators were saying as Russian tanks began to roll into Ukraine? Was the world about to change? Was this the prelude to war in Europe? There was so much to muse on Thursday. I … Continue reading Monday Musing.
I asked you where the birds went We wondered but we didn’t knowOur enquiry was honest Our interest keen But now a darker question begins to formWhere did the Jews go?Throughout histories darker hoursHere one day and gone the next Then the Tutsi?that Rwandan people Slipped from view While the world noticed not As did … Continue reading Where Do The Birds Go (The Bigger Question)?
Have you ever seen a dead birdLaying on the ground? The trees sing outWith birdsong sweetThe skies are speckled byBirds in flight Flocks gather in the fieldsAnd feast on the cornSeagulls gather on the shoreOr cluster around the fishing boats In city gardensOn wooded hillsIn the summer heatAnd the winters freeze Birds are a backdropTo … Continue reading Where Do The Birds Go?
Pogue, I came across this the other day while reading around. It fits so well with a recent letter I’ve written to you. Better than I initially realised. Written by Rebecca Elson, sharing a view that I’ve suggested towards death, that we are only passing on and shedding our bodies to go to better things … Continue reading Antidotes To Fear Of Death
Someone has said “Only the good die young” and whilst I’m sure that death is no more partial to the good than it is to the not so good there have been moments when I have found myself wondering why a life has been cut short or finished in it’s prime. I found myself in … Continue reading Only The Good Die Young
Dear Pogue, Do you ever know a time when you need to go to a place that’s safe? Not so much a place that’s physically safe but rather a place that’s emotionally safe where no one is going to ask anything of you or put anything on you. In fairness, its usually a place of … Continue reading Monday Musings
What's up, Pogue, Well, here some craziness that's been running around my head. As Gordon Lightfoot once wrote: If you could read my mind loveWhat a tale the thoughts would tellIf you could read my mind It's the letter I wrote you last week concerning Time. It really got me thinking. In fact, when I … Continue reading The human experience
Dearest Pogue, I have been reading, which will be no surprise to you , a book by Carlo Rovelli, a series of essays on differing subjects, the main one being science. After all, he is a theoretical physicist . So I am more knowledgeable about Black Holes and Gravitational Waves. But he is an interesting … Continue reading Time, the first time around
Dear Pogue, Here are some thoughts that have been prompted by reading the book I mentioned in the last "Been Reading". I was not very far into it, not very far at all, when I realized that there were two processes going on. I was enjoying the unfolding of the plot and the development of … Continue reading The Observer
Been a few weeks since I wrote to you a letter about a book Pogue, but I have been reading. It’s a particular time of year in England. November, the leaves are vacating the trees, the air has a chill in the morning and we remember. We’ve just passed by Remembrance Sunday. We’ve worn our … Continue reading Been Reading
Dear Pogue, Pogue, our friend died today. Quietly, gently they passed from us, they slipped from this world and, as you and I believe, went to a better one. For a while now we have known the days were growing short and although this knowledge helped each to ready themselves, an overwhelming sadness still immersed … Continue reading There are no words….
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!