Pogue, Do you know that we are all story tellers? Yes, everyday. We all have a story in our heads about ourselves and we have the right to write it. Others will, throughout our lives, strive to write the story for us, to fill the book with their words. And you, you have to not … Continue reading Monday Musings
What’s up Pogue, I’m learning all the time. Never stop. Life’s just too big and too wonderful to even consider stopping. Resting yes. Stopping no. So, as I’ve engaged with the Universal Laws, which I’ve been writing to you about, I’ve learnt that not everyone who wants you to read their stuff will actually tell … Continue reading Monday Musings
Dear Pogue, The famous Swiss psychologist Carl Jung once said, “What you resist persists”. So here we are with the Law of Resistance, something that we have both been subjected to without even realising it as we have pushed hard against something in our life to prevent it happening. As we strived to improve our … Continue reading Law 6. The Law of Resistance.
Time it was And what a time it was, it was A time of innocence A time of confidencesLong ago it must beI have a photographPreserve your memoriesThey're all that's left youBookends by Paul Simons My mother has moved back to near where I grew up. Last week I went to visit her being the … Continue reading Monday Musings
Dear Pogue, Did you enjoy the last letter. I actually enjoyed writing it and the process that preceeded it. The thought that went into it. Sometimes I think I write you letters because they give me encouragement to spend time in thought. Thought’s good. Tell me, do you take time and think things through? Do … Continue reading Surely you don’t believe that!
Dear Pogue, Recently someone commented that beauty was not something that resided in looks, rather, in their opinion, it was a quality found in the spirit or soul of a person. Not something superficial but a deep rooted quality. That said, I want to put it out there that we are all, initially, temporarily attracted … Continue reading A beautiful soul.
Dear Pogue, Tell me, who decides what is right and what is wrong? Indeed, where is the divide between so-called good and bad? If I was to draw a line and place a mark right in the middle, what would you place either side of the line? Well lies, lies are bad. I had a … Continue reading Maybe things just “are”.
Dear Pogue, How are you doing? I appreciate how stressful this time is for you but you and all other doctors are really appreciated by the country. You realise you’re all fast gaining superhero status and will be seen with new eyes for a long time after this is over? Me, I’m just locked away … Continue reading Why waste life?
Dear Pogue, Since I wrote to you the other day about David Bowie there has been a conversation going on concerning people’s favourite songs. Everybody has a favourite Bowie song. You know the catalogue is large and varied spanning many years. As you’d expect, the same songs keep coming up over and over. Heroes, Golden … Continue reading Peaked too early?
Dear Pogue, This is a letter from self isolation. I know the whole country is in lockdown but as you know I flew round half of the world last week so I’m even more confined. I can’t even volunteer to help for another two weeks. But I’m okay. Life feels good sat here in an … Continue reading The Thin White Duke
Pogue, Hi. Another postcard to get your day off with a bang. I bet you rush to the letterbox now. Well, I’ve been making a friend or two because of the correspondence we exchange. Now one of these people has been having a hard time this week because, well they thought they’d made a friend … Continue reading Brown sadness water
Dear Pogue, I told you last time I wrote that my god is a little bit on the wild side. Be like, my god isn’t a tame god. You’d be really surprised how many people’s is. Well, perhaps you wouldn’t as we’ve hung out so often that we have rubbed off on each other. Coffee … Continue reading We all need a hero
Dear Pogue, I thought I’d like to return to the ‘Revolution’ after the last few letters. Stoke the fires if you like. Keep it alive. Are you ready? Ok, take your seats, baseball cap on backwards, sunglasses in position. Off we go. It has been said that God wrote only two books, which is a … Continue reading Here’s a good thing.
Dear Pogue, So I see you put our last letter out there as I had some response and even a comment or two. The comments, they are the reason I find myself again committing pen to paper. You see, there was a question that came back and it asked: “...do you think there are people … Continue reading Yes and No
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
Dear Pogue, What a week. Now we are beginning to pick ourselves up, gently, gradually and carefully. Be kind with yourself and let us return to being the aspiring free thinkers we have determined to become. We are those people aren't we? As you're a letter, a stamp, a post box and a post person … Continue reading The roadmap is only the start!
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
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!
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?
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.
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.
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.
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
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?
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