Letters of Life

Month: March 2012

And I Will Run The Race

“We run, not because we think it is doing us good, but because we enjoy it and cannot help ourselves. The more restricted our society and work become, the more necessary it will be to find some outlet for this craving for freedom. No one can say, ‘You must not run faster than this, or… Read More ›

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Night

The sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest, And I must seek for mine. The moon, like a flower In heaven’s high bower, With silent delight, Sits and smiles on the night. — Night, William Blake

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Day 31, Lent 2012

The last lap, as it were, of the Lenten season. Just nine more days to go. I will be writing about my insights of Lent 2012, the lessons I learned, etc after Easter on April 8th. As it stands, it appears that numbers are acquiring an unsual significance this time round. For instance, this happens… Read More ›

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D flat

I leaned on you today I regularly hurt but never say I nearly wore the window through . . . Where was air-sea rescue? The cavalry with tea and sympathy? You were there, — Puncture repair. I leaned on you today I regularly hurt but never say You patched me up and sent me on… Read More ›

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3:16

There’s no other verse in the Bible so well-known that it needs no reference to the Gospel it comes from. For God so loved the world that He gave his only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life.  John 3:16 Sometimes I don’t see it anymore—the way one… Read More ›

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Spirit Song

Seventeen days til Easter. It’s the eye of the storm; a lull, a borrowed peace. There’s a line in an old, old song Let Him have those things that hold You And have I? Then His Spirit like a dove Will descend upon your life And make you whole In some ways, yes. I used… Read More ›

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For A Monday

And if it rains all day, ‘Call on you, I’ll call on you Like I used to slide down beside And wrap you in stories Tailored entirely for you . . .   Spitfire thin and strung like a violin I was; Yours was the face with a grace From a different age You were the… Read More ›

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Five Reasons Why Trekking Beats Shopping

Three Things I Learned About Life From Trekking #1: That it’s good to get out of the valley and start walking up the hill. Taking a hike uphill means climbing out of the valley. It’s a chance to refocus. As you walk your way up, all you hear are the sound of cicadas and myriad… Read More ›

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On Climbing. Trekking. Take Your Pick.

Never measure the height of a mountain until you reach the top. Then you will see how low it was.  — Dag Hammerskjold. A famous person, ok, George Mallory (1886–1924), has been attributed to saying he climbed Mount Everest because “it is there.” We all know that people who climb mountains are high achievers, yes, game… Read More ›

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Nymphs and Nicknames

Interviewer: Last week the Royal Festival Hall saw the first performance of a new symphony by one of the world’s leading modern composers, Arthur “Two Sheds” Jackson. Mr Jackson. Jackson: Good evening. Interviewer: May I just sidetrack you for one moment. Mr. Jackson, this, what shall I call it, nickname of yours. Jackson: Oh yes. Interviewer: “Two sheds.” How did you come… Read More ›

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Eirene

Credit: eilish.deviantart.com/art/Fairies-99603591 The first time I properly heard Chopin was when I was given a casette tape (yes) of the pianist’s ethereal Nocturnes, those will-o’-the-wisps of night music, evanescent and evasive, quite out of one’s grasp if one were only a recreational piano player. I used to pop the tape into my mini-compo (yes), and… Read More ›

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Wonder

Being at the receiving end of a surprise party, even if it’s just a small dinner party, even if it came a little too early, must be fun. But planning one, executing the sequence of events, visualising the end result, the buildup, the suspense of the pending approach, and then — SURPRISE! After that, seeing… Read More ›

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Grassland

Play this work by Frédéric Chopin as you read. When you write about someone whom you love during a bus journey, you write him or her into the landscape.  The young girl in the single seat by the window across the aisle draws the curtains, and outside, the oil palm plantations and the hills etch themselves from… Read More ›

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Rain Running

Every street lamp that I pass Beats like a fatalistic drum, And through the spaces of the dark Midnight shakes the memory As a madman shakes a dead geranium. — T S Eliot, Rhapsody on a Windy Night A rainstorm ran into me on the road today. It was a new experience. The soft rain… Read More ›

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O, How I Have Pinned!

All recipes have a sequence of events. A rock bun doesn’t appear in the oven fully conceptualized from the baker’s mind. Likewise, with a recipe for disaster. Since last week, it had been an uneventful Lent. I ignored Facebook the same as it ignores people who don’t give a hoot. I ignored shopping, which doesn’t… Read More ›

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The Randomness of Ideas

If only I may grow: firmer, simpler, — quieter, warmer. — Dag Hammarskjold, Secretary General of the United Nations, Nobel laureate (1905-1961) Where does the inspiration to write come from? Where do ideas strong enough, persuasive enough, provocative enough, to turn into words, come from? The best among us will say, anywhere, everywhere, inside and… Read More ›

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Quote of the Day

Photograph courtesy of J Royston Sim There were hints of sunrise on the rim of the sky, yet it was still dark, and the traces of morning color were like goldfish swimming in ink. — Truman Capote. The Muses Are Heard: An Account

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