Pogue, If you think you noticed a Monday Musing and now you’re wondering about your faculties because it’s not there, fear not, it was me not you. Usual issues! Fingers working faster than brain🥺 But fear not. You obviously thought the Musing was exceptional, which, in true humility, I have to admit it was, it’ll … Continue reading There it wasn’t!
Dear Pogue, As you are obviously aware, I’m holidaying in exotic climes. Days spent reading, writing and thinking, besides swimming and catching up on my share of the sunshine. This has given me time and opportunity to read more widely than normal and listen to podcasts I might not listen to at home because they … Continue reading Mondays Musings
Pogue, I know it’s Sunday and I don’t write to you on a Sunday because there’s no post person to deliver the letter. So the fact that there’s an envelop on your door mat this sunny morning, well I hope you appreciate the effort I went to to get it to you! I remember, as … Continue reading Throwing Knives
Greetings Pogue, Sometimes I just need a song to help me keep up the pace as I move though the day. A song to help me bop along. It’ll reenergise me and sing along in my head, shutting out the noise. I hope you know what I mean? Well, George Ezra writes songs that are … Continue reading Songs to Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now.
Pogue, Here I am suffering the tedium of another foreign land. Another beach. Hours of mindlessly sunbathing. Reading. Listening to music. And beer. Is this purgatory I ask myself? It is purgatory! I went to breakfast and, although there was a diverse selection of foods spanning world tastes, there was no bacon! I commented on … Continue reading There wasn’t any bacon!
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
Pogue, Please don’t tell me your secrets or if you do, then when you put them back in the drawer don’t lock it anymore. I am just no good with secrets. I can’t keep secrets. It’s not that I find delight in telling others and making those hidden things public. Not at all. Not one … Continue reading I Can’t Be Trusted.
Pogue, I’ve returned to last weeks Musing when writing you this letter. We talked about energy, positive and negative, and the way we’re affected by it. This had left me thinking about this throughout the week. Obviously I wish to live in a place of good and positive energy. I mean, who doesn’t? And at … Continue reading Monday Musing
Morning Pogue, I went to London yesterday to see the Titanic exhibition. It was a good exhibition filled with detail of the doomed ship, the crew and passengers and particularly the events of that fateful night when it sunk. Many pictures to enable a feeling of what the whole event was like and a continuous … Continue reading Monday Musing
Dear Pogue, You know I like to watch rugby matches? Most weekends I will find a match or two to enjoy and we’ve just been through the Six Nations competition so I’ve had plenty to keep me occupied. However the last few matches I’ve watched, including one yesterday, have not been so enjoyable. Why? Well … Continue reading Monday Musing
Pogue, Saturday morning. Ready to slow down for the weekend? Chill a little? Well I came across a new artist, sort of a fortunate accident, this week. And I’m really enjoying him. Take a listen to Paul Kelly and see what you think. And…enjoy the weekend. Do things that cause you to smile and make … Continue reading Songs to Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now.
Dear Pogue, The world is filled with so much to learn. There really is no excuse for anyone to say “I’m bored”! And I love learning. You know that saying about; “Like a child in a sweet shop”? Well I often find myself in a place like that, standing gazing about, thinking what shall I … Continue reading Monday Musing
A wise man once told me: Never assume on grace. Good words to live by because the danger of taking others and their kindness for granted as time goes on is all too easy, all too tempting. Grace has a shelf life and boundaries, both people’s grace and Divine grace. Treat others as you’d wish … Continue reading Still Tying My Camel
If someone tells you you hurt them, you don’t get to decide you didn’t.Louis C.K. Even the strongest feelings expire when ignored and taken for granted.Anon When you’re always there for people they stop appreciating you because your favours are now an expectationAnon If you find yourself asking: “Was it me?”, it probably was. Don’t … Continue reading Tie Your Camel – An Afterthought, Or Three.
Pogue, You know I’ve been writing to you recently about my mental health. Two or three letters. That I’ve been taking a step back and becoming the observer of my thoughts and feelings which, lately, has led to me becoming a little fed up with people around me. However, standing back and taking a long … Continue reading Mental Boundaries – Tie Your Camel.
Dear Pogue, You know what? Your mother and I met 41 years ago this week! And we’re still together, an item, a couple. I’m guessing that in todays world that’s quite an achievement. Yes we met young but here we are all these years later😊 So this week I’ve been listening to this song which … Continue reading Songs To …What I’m Listening To Now.
Pogue, Another week of horrors on our TV’s as more and more images arrive from the Ukraine conflict. Let me say, for clarity that I’m 100% behind efforts to bring Russia to heal and free Ukraine from the invaders. What is happening appalls me. That said, I read an article this week where the writer … Continue reading Monday Musing
Pogue, Another week of turmoil in the world with particular focus on Europe. Our television was filled with pictures of exploding munitions, solders, refugees, conflict at its worst. But I have also seen individuals on a local level, people I know and see about me, involved in conflict with each other. One on one. Not … Continue reading Monday Musing
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
Pogue, Here I am again, picking up where I left off last week. Yeah the letter about women being the equal of men and as the week’s passed by and I’ve read and thought, I’m now thinking I perhaps should have reversed the phrase and asked, will men ever be the equal of women? This … Continue reading A Better Day
Still there Pogue? Another letter to enlighten your day. Does life get any better? And this one…it’s a long one, three sheets of paper😳, so you might want to choose your moment for reading. In our last few letters we have started with the question, “Is God bothered” in relation to how we live our … Continue reading The God Frequency
I’m a real boy,I’m a real boy,The wooden puppet Pinocchio cried,As he danced on his strings,A jig of denial to all that made senseAnd aspired to what would never become,For if it were trueAnd we could be anything we wanted to be,He’d have donned flesh and bloodSo to set himself free. But whatever you’re told,Whatever … Continue reading I’m A Real Boy.
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.
Well Pogue, Have you got your head around the whole eternity mindset? Better still, have you been mindful to work on your relationship with the eternal, to cosy up with God, or Source (if you’re having an unbelieving day🤔) and build or strengthen things between you? We commenced last weeks letters by considering whether God … Continue reading It’s A Tuning Fork Thing…
Pogue, I’ve been people watching and I’ve drawn on a library of observations gained over time. See if this resonates with you. Seated comfortably? Then here I go. There are people who in this life are needy. For a variety of reasons which a lot of the time are not their fault. Some are born … Continue reading Monday Musing.
Well Pogue, After yesterdays letter I thought what more appropriate to listen to than Time by Pink Floyd. You’ve got to love a bit of Floyd! So I played it, and of course then you have to listen to the whole album which it comes from, Dark Side Of The Moon, an absolute classic. And … Continue reading Songs To …What I’m Listening To Now.
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
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,
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.