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…]
The More Things Change …
For various reasons this last week, I have found myself in a deeply reflective space.
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. :)
The Storyteller
Unshaved, unkempt,
black nails, black teeth
and an old, tattered coat.
You’d dismiss him as derelict
and walk straight past.
Yet when he spoke
eagles soared,
mountains talked
and I glimpsed infinity.
“I’m a storyteller”
he said.
His stories wove spells
of dreaming and meaning.
The universe expanded,
and I felt for a moment
that I touched its limits.
Derelict,
Storyteller,
Spellbinder …
The essence of truth
lies perhaps in all three.
