So vividly I remember this last day walking on the Camino. Knowing I’d soon be saying goodbye to the simplicity of a normal day there. Getting up before the sun, pulling on my boots & hoisting my pack before trudging out along The Way. Bidding farewell to all of it had as deep an impact… Continue reading exactly because it’s so dreadfully painful that one has to drop it
Category: emotions
going home (if there even is such a thing)
This might be a bit strange- this blogpost. Yes, I’m aware my writing can be odd on a semiregular basis, so this isn’t necessarily the most shocking opening gambit, but nevertheless…you’ve been warned. See, I want to ask one of those big questions that blogging really isn’t capable of tackling. This is a novel-sized theme.… Continue reading going home (if there even is such a thing)
enough abandonment
One of the first people I met when I moved to Germany was Dermot. Fantastic person and even better artist. He’s Irish of course. Have you ever met a Dermot who wasn’t? He is also a woodworker who specialises in lamps. The one above is rather beautiful, isn’t it? After the last few serious blogposts,… Continue reading enough abandonment
forgiving the unforgivable
One never knows what people will like. My last blogpost was one I’d saved, because although I thought it was morbid and dark, I thought it’d spur some conversation. Not in the least. Amy over at Lucy’s Football commented on it, but she’d comment on me cutting and pasting swaths of the phone book. She’s… Continue reading forgiving the unforgivable
Five things to harass the Dying
Recently, I was handed a German article about five things one should or could say to the dying to help them in their journey to the afterlife. Never to pass up an opportunity to take the piss, I’ve decided to write my own list. Here are Five things to harass the dying: Remind them what… Continue reading Five things to harass the Dying
a bluer moon
When I was a kid, I loved the moon. Not sure why I was always so drawn to it. I remember being very small and waiting at the bus stop in winter and looking up at the moon with wonder and awe. One of my favourite summers when I was a younger man was the… Continue reading a bluer moon
curse all you want
Have you ever wanted to just yell at someone, but you couldn’t? Anti-social as it might be, sometimes the only thing that will satisfy that desire is to let loose. To open your pie-hole and just unload a torrent of abuse. If there were only a place that would let you get that aggression out.… Continue reading curse all you want
What would you do if you had a million dollars?
Wanted to do something special here for my hundredth blogpost, and little did I know that the subject would be chosen so perfectly for me. If you’ve been reading here for a while, you know that one of my blogging compadres is the blog lady over at Lucy’s Football. Well, her life in general and… Continue reading What would you do if you had a million dollars?
the spirits are saying slow down
Do you believe in ghosts? Yes, me neither. None of that. Weird things happen, and I’m sure that even if I can’t explain them, there must be some explanation. This blog has deteriorated into a bit of memorial of loved ones who’ve passed on occasion. I don’t set out to make it such. There was… Continue reading the spirits are saying slow down
the weirder they come
This week, we lost one of our originals. If you’ve spent any time on the streets of Austin, Texas in the last two decades, you’ve very likely encountered Leslie. Here’s how the Austin American-Statesman reported on the death: Austin icon Leslie Cochran dies at age 60. It’s not an exaggeration to say that it got me… Continue reading the weirder they come