Journey of Words

Tag: Friendship

  • On Friendship (continued)

    We have all the time required to be gentle. Friendship will endure. ~ CLP 03/02/2021 →

  • L3: Day 29 On The Bridge

    I was walking back from the shop, carrying a paper bag of groceries in my arms when I reached the bridge. I have been here before, but not like this. There has usually been some kind of run up, run out, or just gradually being run down. Not this time. I just thought, from nowhere →

  • On Sweet Dreams

    Feverish bedtimes soothed by gentle reading of favourite books ~ n.b. I heard today, not for the first time during this pandemic, of stories being read to unwell adults at bedtime. Such a simple act of love. ~ CLP 02/02/2021 →

  • On Playing xxi

    Is that how it was? Truly unbelievable. Oh! How we laughed ~ n.b. Sometimes you just cannot make it up. The happiest coincidences, the spontaneous choices, the good fortune, the generosity of the people you bump into on the way, the adventures. Some call it fate, but that’s life! CLP 30/01/2021 →

  • On Playing xix

    Game of Truth or Dare! Which is the most frightening? Dare to be honest ~ CLP 30/01/2021 →

  • On Playing xvii

    You playing or not quite certain what the game is? Me neither. Your turn! ~ n.b. The uncertainty seems to be increasing as physical distancing continues. Does anyone know what is happening to us? I write from a place of personal freedom, personal distance, personal isolation. Good days, bad days, happy days and sad. When →

  • On Playing x

    Can you still call up that glee in the pit of your guts when wind picked up leaves and dust devils spun the whole playground into a delirious flock of crows performing flips and twists free-falling then swooping up to hang on the vacuum formed in the lee of a Scots Pine clump? . Arms →

  • Truth, it’s out there

    I I want I want you I want you to I want you to be I want you to be happy ~ CLP 20/01/2021 →

  • On Playing v

    It had to happen we crashed into each other. Found – laughing in street ~ n.b. I am close to bursting, laughing out loud again, 45 years later. Mucking about on our bicycles we accidentally locked handle bars and fell to the pavement. Before we could move, get cross, or blame the other, a little →

  • Thaw as Hell

    Then like the snow the next morning you were gone ~ Only traces of grey ice caught in gutters to remind me ~ CLP 17/01/2021 →