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.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009 at 06:09AM On the curling bank
Where the kingfisher's branch lowers over the slow pool
The old man sits for centuries
Nursing his line
Patiently possessing his soul,
Dreaming some, waiting.
For this gorgeous yellow-silver bream
Twisting, flashing, strong,
Made clever by other hooks
And not knowing his gentle hand
Would only stroke her
And set her free.
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