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Loving

Touch Your Soul

I saw you leave the bar last night
With some nameless, faceless girl.
All at once you were a lost little boy,
And a man of the world.
Your lonely nights of conquest
Can never make you whole.
You squander your body,
You need someone to touch your soul.
I watch you in your helpless dance of masculinity,
You’re so tired you can’t sleep,
Least of all with me.
You search yourself inside and out
‘Til the silence takes its toll
And you squander your body,
You need someone to touch your soul.
You feel exposed when someone knows,
A secret that you’d
Rather not explore.
You move in close, then you run away.
Does it hurt that much to say
What you really need to say?
I’ll run into you again someday,
I hope you will be free.
Meanwhile don’t waste another minute of life,
It’s precious to me.
Don’t keep on running from yourself,
Alone in the cold.
Don’t squander your body,
Let someone touch your soul.

Phoebe Snow touches mine time and again, never more so than now. A consummate musician and lyricist; her voice will always speak to me. Taken from her 1989 album “Something Real’.

Touch Your Soul

 

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Smiling

Still Life Sunday

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Zoe-dog chilling on lockdown.

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Smiling

Homework

Working from home, on the clock. Under strict supervision.

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Thinking

The End

I am too much

For you

You are not enough

For me.

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Thinking

Deep Stillness

There’s a deep stillness 

In me 

My own wine 

Dark sea 

A calm storm

My Odyssey.

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Thinking

The First Ten Days.

Of the 366 in 2020. A leap year.

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Looking back, over the views which bridged the reflective new year holiday in Cornwall, before looking forward to what is yet to come.

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Returning to Essex, meant returning to work – two different employers, two different jobs, on three different sites in two different towns.

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I was met by new faces, old faces, all: ‘Happy 2020!’

I step (rather than leap) into a new job in the third week of this month.

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I’m apprehensive and curious; it’s energising. Step forward, 2020.

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The Last Cracker

The Last Cracker

Twelfth night is here, Christmas time has ended. With the decorations all packed away, it’s time to see in Epiphany with a bang (or at least a loud crack) and don our paper crowns to welcome the three kings.

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Moving

A Well-Read Pub

The Old Inn Community Library
The Old Inn, book nook
The Old Inn, a fireplace

The Old Inn, Mullion, a 16th-century thatched inn on The Lizard, mainland Britain’s most southerly point. Dog-friendly, book-friendly, with a warm welcome, large portions of food and a good selection of drinks – what more could you want on a blustery January day? They have rooms, too, if you can’t tear yourself (or your dogs) away.

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Living

A Good Start

To 2020, here in Cornwall.

Champagne with my sister until 2am, then brunch of Eggs Benedict and strong black coffee at Cafe Mylor in Mylor Yacht Harbour at 11am.

Eggs Benedict at Cafe Mylor, Cornwall.
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Loving

Fare Well

St Mylor Church c.1100 A.D.

I will be saying goodbye to the year at the end of this decade in Mylor Harbour, Cornwall. I’m here for a well-earned holiday in the fresh sea air, and to spend time with loved ones.

In such beautiful surroundings, looking over the English Channel and the sweeping moorland, marked with farms and villages which twinkle in the midwinter dark, I am reminded of the simple joys and freedom I felt holidaying here, in Cornwall, as a child.

Tonight, I am happy and grateful to be with my sister and her family to say fare well 2019 and welcome 2020 . Wherever you are, whoever you are with and however you pass your time this New Year’s Eve, I wish you joy and I wish you well.