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Welcome to this jumble sale of writings, musings, observations and inspirations: I hope you find something to help you on your journey home.  It's all storytelling, in the end. That's how we understand things; the stories of who we are, where we came from, where we're headed. The stories of other people, how they came to be who they are, which stories shaped them, why our stories sometimes run parallel, and sometimes clash.

When we're motivated enough, we can change our stories, write new outcomes for ourselves and our people, our planet. All it takes is imagination, where there are, genuinely, no limits.

Warmest regards

Peter Neary-Chaplin

Writer. Poet.

 

 

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    Tuesday
    29Dec2009

    I buried yesterday

    I buried yesterday

    beneath a grieving loam,

    sat pondering its epitaph,

    how to mark its passing,

    how to make it feel like home.

    Tomorrow I'll dig again,

    and do the same thing with today

    if God grants me my spade and strength.

    And tomorrow will become just another place where I used to live.

    Today, though, is like a small shy bird,

    a fluttering sparrow

    that might just come to me,

    if I can learn to ask well.

    And the question is,

    What is the question?

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