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Are we there yet?

March 10, 2012

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‘ Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while a great wind is bearing me across the sky.’  Ojibwa saying. Follow your bliss. Easy. No? How many forgotten paths I wonder already lay scattered around in the wasteland of our pasts? Laying discarded and slowly turning back to dust. Were any […]

Bookends

February 11, 2012

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“Well, when I had thus put my ends together, I shew’d them others, that I may see whether they would condemn them, or them justify: And some said, Let them live; some, let them die; Some said, John, print it, others said, Not so: Some said, It might do good, others said, No.” John Bunyan. […]

Lately

January 29, 2012

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They say the past is a foreign country. One where they do things differently. If this is true, then those differences call out to you loudest from the stamps of each nation. Yes, stamps. Those small, often square, sometimes triangular things you place on the corner of a letter and then forget about. There is […]

Teenage Kicks

January 14, 2012

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Teenage notebooks hold a mysterious power.  They brim full with change, learning, innocence and belief.  Never more certain is he who does not know anything. This is ME they scream, or is it? Uniquely they maintain the power to punch you hard in the stomach, to make you cry and to make you smile at […]

Ex Libris

November 19, 2011

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Atticus Finch is dead. It is time to worry. His body lies in an unmarked grave, alongside those of his children, Jem and Scout. Boo Radley is amongst the missing. Many more are feared dead. Rest in peace George Milton, Lennie Small, Romeo, Juliet, Baloo, BigWig, Holden, Ishmael, Charlie Brown, Cathy, Heathcliff, Holmes, Watson, one […]

The Moors.

November 5, 2011

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Dartmoor is man made. It is hard to believe as you draw in breathtaking sweeps of moorland. However, it is true. Ancient dwarf oaks huddle together in small pockets, at Wistman’s Wood, the copses of Black Tor and Piles. Everything else is created by the hand of man. Quite literally. The moors are one of […]

Harvest

October 8, 2011

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The swifts have gone. Those beautiful, sublime birds, totems of travel, depart the English autumn skies. The swifts marked our journey since spring. Now they are gone. At first, you do not want to believe it, their leaving. It is over a week since I caught sight of a swift, falling, low over the thatched […]