What we going to do with the secret?

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?

Where does it come from?

Dear Pogue, What no letter! A whole week without an envelope of inspiration landing on your door mat and calling to you: “Open me, open me”. It wasn’t that inspiration dried up. No, rather inspiration took annual leave whilst I sat around feeling sorry for myself. Let me explain. I had helped to look after … Continue reading Where does it come from?

Get a real job.

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.

Ain’t no favourites.

Dear Pogue, Here’s a thing. I’ve been watching the World Athletics Championships in Doha. Oh, forgive me for jumping straight in. How are you. I trust you are well. OK? I know you like running and competition, so you’re probably watching too. I used to come and watch you run but I never saw what … Continue reading Ain’t no favourites.