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Reflections are those moment of introspection about my own life and experiences, when seemingly different incidences are all surprisingly connected in a way I only recently realised. Occasionally, the connection is profound and possibly dark but, more often it is amusing or downright funny. Either way, I felt the urge to write about them and share them.
Last December, I posted a short blog wishing everyone a happy 2020. I reflected on 2019 and realised I was lucky to have survived a number of health scares. I declared that no longer would I take life for granted. …
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A conversation With a Swallow A Few days ago, I had a dream, and in that dream, I was dreaming. I know it sounds weird but, that’s what happened; let us call them outer dream and inner dream. In the…
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In a previous blog, I used a poem by Robert Frost called ‘The Road Not Taken’ to illustrate the point that in our lives, many of us are forced to make a choice between taking a conventional path or a…
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the…
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“As a teenager, I often got the wrong end of the stick by thinking I was the centre of the universe. I was convinced that my potential was limitless; one day, I promised myself, I would be like King Midas,…
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At around 7:00 pm on 1st July last year, Claire drove me to John Radcliff Hospital in Oxford with high fever and acute pain in my lower back and legs. As she drove, with mounting concern by both of us,…
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“Pistol shots ring out in the bar room night” is the opening line of a Bob Dylan 1975 song called Hurricane. This line sets the scene for an epic 99-line lyrics that lasts around 8.5 minutes of urgent delivery of…
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Some forty years ago, a story broke in the British media about an unfortunate event where the local fire brigade was called by an old lady who had her cat stuck up a high tree. The fire brigade was kind…
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I love words as individual entities and the potential meanings they hold within a handful of letters. I love words when crafted together by a master craftsman such as a novelist, an essayist, or a poet to convey a complex…
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I have a small heart. Not in the actual physical sense, of course, but in the capacity to accommodate people I love and care about. Every now and again, somebody comes along, like a newly born in the family who…
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