Pogue, Following on from yesterdays musing I wanted to say: Sometimes you can be totally right in what you know and be totally wrong when you say it.Wic Yesterday there was a comment: What is the intention of telling the truth? If it is not to be kind, then keep the mouth shut.Irglow I guess … Continue reading So Here’s A Thought…
Pogue, Here’s a musing to take into the week for you. Is being kind more important than being truthful? I found myself in a discussion with a person who was adamant that the truth always comes first and this troubled me because there are occasions when insisting on the truth does not improve the situation … Continue reading Monday Musings
Hi Pogue, Here's a thing. There's a lady who calls herself Wise Hearted when she blogs. Lives on the other side of the world to us but she reads our letters. Obviously a person of great character. How they get to her remains a mystery. But she engages with them, comments and writes nice things … Continue reading Someone Called Me a Preacher!
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
Pogue, I came across this and offer it to you for your Monday Musing. I say “Namaste” because I like what it means, not because I’m a Hindu... A lot of people think I’m a Christian because I talk about Christian values, but the truth is I am really talking about Human Values... I’ve been … Continue reading Monday Musings
Morning Pogue, The Buddha told a story which goes roughly like this. A young man, having lost his wife, had been left to raise his son. He loved the boy very much. One day whilst away from the village bandits attacked and when he returned he found many dead and much of the village destroyed … Continue reading State Your Truth
Dear Pogue, I have not written for a few days as I have been allowing my curiosity free rein this week, and who could blame me? Here in lockdown I need to find some room for exploration. My curiosity has moved out from the last two posts I wrote and was seen to have a … Continue reading Surrender
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.
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, I'm guessing that, like me, you follow some of the blogs on Word Press? I tend to dip into some to get the flavour. I'm convinced that if we had the time and the energy we'd probably find that anything and everything that we can imagine will find a voice with someone writing … Continue reading You’re worthless
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 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, Tell me. Have you ever listened to a story teller? Someone who can take words and weave them in to something enchanting, something mesmerising that draws you in and engages you, maybe engages your whole being? Story is the one thing that can hold a humans’ attention for hours. Nobody can look away … Continue reading Tell me a story.
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, Are you OK? I haven't written for a while as I have been travelling. Travelling sort of messes with my head and crashes my routine, especially when there's a time difference. When I am not writing I initially don't concern myself. Then, as time passes, concern begins to creep up and eventually a … Continue reading The Articulate Silence
Dear Pogue, You know all about Einstein? Well, on a day off from science he is reputed to have said: If you can't explain it to a six year old, you don't understand it yourself. I say "reputed" as there is now a lot on the net that he is credited with saying that is … Continue reading Listen to the Lion
Dear Pogue Did you enjoy my last letter? I haven't heard from you so I trust you are well and life is treating you kindly. It is said that there are no truths but only the way each one of us sees the world. There is no truth. There is only perception.Gustavo Flaubert. I am … Continue reading Truth, the sum of our perceptions
Dear Pogue, I trust you are well and enjoying this lovely weather. I have been thinking about something that I observed the other day. I was walking home and there was a father and his son in front of me. The little boy was probably 6 or 7 and he had a cold. I wasn't … Continue reading Rose Coloured Glasses