Tag: friend

  • 515

    Absolutely himself. Surrendering to his element. In loving memory MRH

  • 463: Overheard

    There is danger that we lose sight of what our friend is absolutely, while considering what she is to us alone. Henry David Thoreau Consider who a person is in their entirety: who she is to the public, to her friends, to her family, who she strives to be, who she struggles being, who she […]

  • 442

    All shall be well, friend.

  • 413: Patagonia part 9

    We could have stayed out on the fringe and lived, peaceful, prosperous and happy. After a time, none of us wanted to go home again, we all knew what was waiting for us there; a terrifyingly composed and wilfully ordinary existence by compare.

  • 374: Veruca

    My Dear and courageous friend, With ruthless honesty: What do I value? Am I living my life in accordance with those values? What can I do? What must I accept? Practice, practice, practice. The rest, to fate with improvised optimism.

  • 352: I promise

    For my time so far, I can only offer: don’t withdraw, soul. You cannot be realised alone. Surround yourself with, immerse yourself in the goodness of good people, as I have done, and you will smiling live a life serene, as I do.

  • 347

    May a good life not fall to you, rather you forge one.

  • 331: My glowing daybreak friend

    My glowing daybreak friend, from the nearest reachable greeting point of this shifting globe I lunge thee toward with unbearable stillness, and will, with all the wishing might of a child at Christmas Eve, for a quicker revolution and that cardinal glimpse of thy gladdening light jovial patience rewards.

  • 309: Patagonia part 4

    No matter now in what city I find myself, when a cold wind is such that it penetrates to the marrow, and scatters the rain into a melee of fine mist-fall visible under a street light, I can’t help but peering up at the brume be lulled smiling into memories den; down the burning corridors […]

  • 282: Neil

    And just like that it lifted from his soul and dispersed into nothing. Where heartache goes can no one tell, but in him was restored that tried and triumphant vitality he was so loved for. And that he was honest with his dismay, was his strength and warmth. Realising that he could have passed a […]