Dear Pogue, So I wrote you about synchronicity and serendipity and all that good stuff. And here’s the thing. My best friend rocked up, read the letter and said; “do you realise you struggle with this”, and, “serendipitous moments come hard to you because they get in the way of your plans”. I vigorously disputed … Continue reading I’m not the finished article….
Dear Pogue, This is a letter that I have started several times only to find it populating the waste bin. I know what I feel and want to say but have never found the right way to express it. You see, this letter will start with an idea, a rather passionate one, something I need … Continue reading An Unholy Rant
Dear Pogue, Just a note to let you know I started the Year of Health as per my recent letter to you, and, yes you can hold me accountable. Well I have eaten plant based meals so far since the letter. Big tick. I’ve run in the wind and rain (this is Cambridge in winter). … Continue reading Got this bad boy!
Dear Pogue, Thanks for inviting me for coffee. You know that’s one of my favourite places to take coffee? A great place to chill and wile away the hours. The company wasn’t bad either. Good conversation. In fact what we were talking about, higher consciousness, being one with God, the Universe, left me thinking after … Continue reading It’s all related
If you could change your world by advising your younger self what to do and how to behave, what would you say?
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, 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?