Dear Pogue, There’s a poem written by W.B.Yeats that starts: Come away, human childTo the waterCome away, human childTo the water and the wildWith a faery, hand in handFor the world's more full of weeping than you can understand It’s a sort of haunting piece with its observation “the world's more full of weeping than … Continue reading It starts with one.
Dear Pogue, I’ve been writing to you about simplifying life. About cleansing the space around and about us. Minimising. I’ve told you how, surprisingly, I’ve found a liberty I haven’t known for a long time as I unattached from possessions. Happy Days! Now this theme seems to have resonated with a number of others and … Continue reading Monday Musings
Pogue, I'm late to put pen to paper for my Monday Musings but some days things just don't seem to flow and we write then screw up the page and condemn it to the paper bin because it wasn't invested with the truth, the emotion, the sincerity that we would want others to associate us … Continue reading Monday Musings
Dear Pogue, I've said before, I'm a people watcher, and as I watch I wonder, why, how, really! Then once in a while, occasionally, very occasionally I will see a person who is filled with grace. Now I don't mean a person who is able to move with elegance although that is always pleasing to … Continue reading Monday Musings
Pogue, I wrote you about “The Gift” last week, then I read what someone else said and thought, yeah, he’s got it.Wic