Letters of Life

Month: April 2011

Summer Breeze

From the classic Seals and Crofts song Summer Breeze (1971): See the curtains hangin’ in the window in the evenin’ on a Friday night A little light a-shinin’ through the window lets me know everything is alright Summer breeze makes me feel fine blowing through the jasmine in my mind Summer breeze makes me feel… Read More ›

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27 Things You Never Knew About Me (Part III)

You can read Part I and Part 2 here. The reason this is in three parts is because it took me so long to come up with such a long list. If you think coming up with 27 things about yourself is easy, try it. And don’t include your vital stats, or hobbies or favourite… Read More ›

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apropos of nothing

23 April 2011 ¬†Apropos of nothing– At the periphery of my adolescence was someone with whom I was a perfect stranger. Even then, in the midst of a tumultous time of angst and self-discovery, no one is a perfect stranger for we were all the same inside. What’s more, if one is a unicorn, one… Read More ›

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If I Had My Own TV Show

My television show would be a reflection of this blog, Dont Dream Its Over. It would be a three-dimensional, real-world version of the virtual setting of my mind, and of what flits about in there. Like the blog, it would have a structure, a template, from which I work my ideas around. An introduction (hopefully… Read More ›

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Maundy Thursday 2011

In the Christian calendar, this is Holy Week in the runup to Easter and today is known as Maundy Thursday. Growing up in the Methodist church, I used to see this name oft-printed in the church’s calendar of events and it’s become a part of my unused vocabulary. Like most unused words in my treasury… Read More ›

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William Blake’s Holy Thursday

Holy Thursday Twas on a holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean, The children walking two and two in red and blue and green: Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow, Till into the high dome of Paul’s they like Thames waters flow. O what a multitude they seemed, these flowers of London… Read More ›

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Temperament-Taking

Temperament Taking Not to be confused with temperature-taking. Today, I am at odds with self. Why? I sometimes appear to act presumptuously, and hardly know it at the time. And when I do, it’s too late.

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Quote of the Day

I never knew a more presumptuous person than myself. The fact that I say that shows that what I say is true. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

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Almost there: Day 34/40 of Lent 2011

This Lent has been quiet. Calm. No relapses that I’m ashamed of. I haven’t felt deep urges to step into a store. I walk briskly through malls to get groceries for dinner, make a key, do a quick lunch or pedicure. As for Facebook, I like being off the hook. No need for Newsfeeds, don’t… Read More ›

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Dealing with Writer’s Block

How does one deal with writer’s block afterall? There are no less than eight drafts of posts lying around in my post folder, idling, unfinished, half-ideas on universal themes of love and friendship, scattered seeds of thought, the remnants of remembered conversations without structure, without coherence. I click open another draft, not mine. It’s 25… Read More ›

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How a Sea Gull is like an Essay

The discussion took them to dinner, lay dormant in the presence of the servants, started again as soon as they were alone, and lasted long after midnight. Up, down and round the argument circled and swooped like a gull, now out to sea, out of sight, cloud-bound, among irrelevances and repetitions, now right on the… Read More ›

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Food for Thought

I’ve been reading books lately. After a steady diet of magazines, online news feeds, and everything the Internet had to offer in terms of online delights and Michelin-starred digests, I picked up Lenten Lands, an autobiography by Douglas Gresham of his young life with his stepfather, the Christian writer and apologist C.S. Lewis. Lenten Lands,… Read More ›

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