Simon the poet

feelings from a traveller along life's pathways

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I've travelled; I've lived here and there; always searching for something. And yet perhaps the one discovery of recent years has been the realisation that I have a strong clear voice inside. I listen so much to so many voices, some my own - despairing, angry, frustrated, scared. And I want to achieve so much! But what I'd really like is to reach out to you, call you to listen to your voice. And then who knows what might happen in this crazy world of ours. And I'd like to live on in your thoughts. Share what we have and who we are; what else can we do? We all have such strength and beauty and love - we just have to find the courage to show it - and to share it. Because that's where hope comes from. That's how I can face the future.

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

time and tide

I'm very aware I've written nothing here for a while. Why is that? Mostly because most of my energy has been taken up with the day job. Partly because I've been clear since I started writing creatively that I will write only when the muse wants to speak.
I'm not a mechanical writer; I don't put in a certain amount of time every day just writing. That's not my style. There are very few things I will guarantee to do every day. But that doesn't mean idleness or anything like that. It means I need to be inspired - frequently - to make this sort of contribution to the world.

What I've been doing at working is helping others survive during a period of hectic change. It's not fun watching others suffer. But that's what I've been forced to do as a large organisation goes through major change. You know what change is like; you know what happens when things don't work right. Now add to that what you go through when you can't carry out your financial transactions when and how you want.

Parts of England have gone through major flooding in the last few weeks. Now that's real change - real examples of having your life turned upside down and with the prospect of months of disruption and real, palpable loss of what you hold dear. New Orleans went through it with Katrina; California, Spain and Portugal, and other parts of the world went through it with forest fires. New York went through it. It happens.

So, the fact I've written very little recently seems to be put into a different context.

Let's see what happens next.

Simon