Revisiting one of my previous blog posts, I was reminded of a song which resonated for me but to which I’d not listened for a very long time.
It’s by Judy Small, and (like my blog post) is called “You Don’t Speak for Me”. [Read more…]
I’ve walked again in an earlier me, revisiting events and experiences from 10-25 years ago.
I’ve unearthed diaries, letters and other mementos and spent time reading them. It is fascinating to have such a clear record of what I was thinking and feeling so long ago!
It’s good to reflect on how I believe I’ve grown, mellowed and matured over the years since then. But it’s also true that some things just don’t change.
As an example, I thought I’d share a snippet of something I wrote almost 25 years ago – complete with the doodled sketches that graced (dis-graced?) those pages. :)
black nails, black teeth
and an old, tattered coat.
You’d dismiss him as derelict
and walk straight past.
Yet when he spoke
and I glimpsed infinity.
“I’m a storyteller”
His stories wove spells
of dreaming and meaning.
The universe expanded,
and I felt for a moment
that I touched its limits.
The essence of truth
lies perhaps in all three.
Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953, British author)
A lovely quote, rediscovered when going through a pile of papers in my office.
And from my perspective, a great reminder about the really important things in life! :)
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Revisiting one of my previous blog posts, I was reminded of a song which resonated for me but to which I’d not listened for a very long time. It’s by Judy Small, and (like my blog post) is called “You Don’t Speak for Me”.