We were young together

Tracey died on Thursday.

There. I said it. But it makes no more sense written down than it does being repeated a hundred times in my head.

Tracey was a school friend. We were in the same class and we were young together. She was tall and smart and funny and pretty. For a long time we were together almost every day; two people in a large and incredible group of friends who laughed and played and shared endless happy hours in the sun and the rain, never quite feeling the cold. A group of friends who took each other for granted in the best possible way, because there were no horizons.

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Bliss Revealed

“So I’m thinking that bliss is ever present inside all of us. It is neither caused by a sunset or by a song or by a god. The sunset and the song and the god merely reveal the bliss that was there all along. Nothing external produces bliss inside…nothing. They only reveal, temporarily, what is there all along. We just have to see it, then stop occupying our minds with ways to escape it. And that’s the first tricky part.

The second tricky part is realising that everything is fleeting, including these thoughts. Something may not seem true tomorrow because I believe it to be true today. And that’s okay.”

Me. Today. After The Art of Dying.

The Games


Two Arrows

“When afflicted with a feeling of pain those who lack inner awareness sorrow, grieve and lament, beating their breasts and becoming distraught. So they feel two pains, physical and mental. It is just like being shot with an arrow, and right afterwards being shot with a second one, so that they feel two arrows.”

Siddhārtha Gautama

Ten things you (probably) don’t know about me

Establishing a new blog can be a very strange thing. Obviously I’m tickled by the fact you’re reading what I’m writing, and in particularly giddy moments I imagine two, three or more readers, nodding and shaking in all the right places.

So, dear reader, as you have been kind enough to drop by, I feel I should at least go to the trouble of introducing myself with ten things that you (probably) don’t know about me. I’ll begin almost an entire century ago…

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There was a young man of Japan,

Whose limericks never would scan.

When they asked him, Why?

He said, with a sigh,

“It’s because I always try to get as many words into the last line as I possibly can.”


“No matter what kind of problem you are dealing with, one needs to make an effort to change things – the problem will not fix itself. A person needs to have a strong determination to change the problem. This determination comes from your conviction that the problem is serious, and it has serious consequences. And the way to generate this conviction is by learning about the problem, investigating, and using your common sense and reasoning.”

Dalai Lama


The truth about family.


Fascination is defined as “the state of being intensely interested (as by awe or terror)”. It’s safe to say that I am fascinated by death. I hate it. I fear it. Yet I think about it. A lot. And I hate that, too.

That I am writing this article at all is significant, and entirely at the prompting of my lovely wife. I am told it is time for me to face the monster, stare it down and confront the fascination.

I begin, therefore, with death. I trust it won’t cast a terrible shadow over your day.

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I Love You

“I kept [your dreams] with me babe.

I put them with my own.

Can’t make it on my own.

I built my dreams around you.”

The Pogues & Kirsty MacColl

To my wife.