Tag: friends

  • 526: Stay in touch

    How are you? You’ve rarely written of late and I’m beginning to wonder if you are on you’re checklist also. Are you well? I like it when you stop by, your presence is important and greatly enjoyed.

  • 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.

  • 412: Patagonia part 8

    Maybe we are all a series of frayed smiling faces, suspended in photographs of a time we were all together and happy, headed toward the same end of the road we could not imagine, where cannot memories pass or togetherness survive. These were golden times, before the revels dried up and the bitumen ended and […]

  • 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.

  • 329: Light reveals wonder

    Hurling toward thee, o herald of the Auroral sky, I bring news of many revolutions. So much has changed again, I wonder if you’ll perceive me anymore, as much to myself am I unfamiliar anew. But o, the things you must have seen of the world while I slept. How fares my neighbours on the […]

  • 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 […]

  • 288: A man by his travels

    To be escaped, or seized? Would he sloth with present wit or through the arcs of novel ages, chase bewilderment? Does he alight directly and soft or by rough practicality? You can tell much about a man by his travels.

  • 240: So, here I am.

    So here I am, going nowhere for a while, and all because the people I’ve grown to love are all here. And they all need something all the while not knowing what, and we have all been there before, but who here really came alone? Trust, it is not for sensations to live but the […]

  • 59

    You can’t stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes. A.A Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

  • 19

    That I were company enough to entice from peddler Deaths permanent bargain, the many with whom I entered this world, and without now go on ahead.