Letters of Life

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I Need A Day to Remember Her Name

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9:31, Friday, 2 October, 2015 • Sessions of Sweet Silent Thought (Reflections)

Is it because her name, as posted on social media, is so very long? Or exotic? Or strange-sounding? Is it because the person who wrote that comment wrote in a language that wasn’t native to him? Maybe he meant that after that day, after seeing that photograph, he would not ever forget the name of… Read More ›

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Making Connections (Friendship) »

In the Moment

(0) Monivong Boulevard, Phnom Penh, Cambodia, on a Saturday afternoon.

    Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life. Omar Khayyám (1048 — 1131) Riding pillon behind Kimmy on her moto (the Khmer nickname for motorbike), we rode the wide lanes of Monivong Boulevard in downtown Phnom Penh. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, we’d just had lunch at a North Korean restaurant (Pyongyang… Read More ›

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The Spiritual Life »

Under the Shadow of Your Wings

(0) "In life there are only the pursued and the pursuing, the busy and the tired." F Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (1925).

Let me just say this so I can get it out of my system: Apart from clothes, shoes, and accessories, I dislike coordinating. There’s nothing intriguing about it, nothing remotely tantalizing about putting people and dates and times together, and while I do it as ably as the next person, I would rather be doing… Read More ›

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Been Around The World (Travel) »

Diary

(0) Khaolak, Southern Thailand. A good place to fly south for the winter.

Inspired by English playwright Alan Bennett’s Diary in the London Review of Books (9 Jan 2014), I decided to pull actual content from my 2013 pages of a journal.  30 January. The tragedy of the two young brothers who died when a cement mixer accidentally crushed them as they were riding a bike home from school… Read More ›

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Reading & Writing »

Byblos

(0) I do not want your admiration now, because I do not want your insults in the future. -  Sōseki Natsume

We all have books scattered about the house, silos of board and printed paper on side tables and stools, unread, but bought with intentions of being absorbed cover to cover. The process starts in the bookstore, usually with no intention to purchase. I’ve often walked into the Japanese bookstore in my favourite downtown mall, also managed by a Japanese company,… Read More ›

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Poetry & Songs »

These Golden Hours (Part II)

(3) By the River

Here is my song for the asking Ask me and I will play So sweetly, I’ll make you smile This is my tune for the taking Take it, don’t turn away I’ve been waiting all my life . . .                              … Read More ›

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Sessions of Sweet Silent Thought (Reflections) »

I Need A Day to Remember Her Name

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Is it because her name, as posted on social media, is so very long? Or exotic? Or strange-sounding? Is it because the person who wrote that comment wrote in a language that wasn’t native to him? Maybe he meant that after that day, after seeing that photograph, he would not ever forget the name of… Read More ›

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