Man, you reminded me of Moriarty/O'Donoghue/Whyte with this bit - anglo-irish mysticism, without any of the false trappings of cultures we weren't born to. I think you should find somewhere to publish this a type of poetry.
Beautiful. A few thoughts come up reading this ... around the builders and you early days on building sites; your visceral capture of it, the link to a feeling and experience as opposed to a traditional memory... makes it a powerful shared experience. Thank you so much <3
To be at a diner table with those 3 would be quite something. Although I’d feel like a child listening to the adults.
I’m going to make a note of “false trappings of cultures we weren’t born into”. I think i am always tempted to put something of an ‘exotic’ lens on my writing. Somehow, sand, cigarettes and cement are part of my ‘spiritual’ journey even if I’d rather that wasn’t the case.
Interestingly, I naturally struggle with traditional memory. Images of events almost nonexistent but feelings leave their own fingerprint I’m learning. I may well have picked that up from you in fact. Feeling the lingering sensation of the hand that’s no longer on the thigh.
Millions of readers I don’t have but I’d wager I have the deepest of readers and I wouldn’t want it any other way! I’m very lucky!
I imagine those fellas to be fellas disarming at the table. :)
The industrial revolution, Christianity in its forms did a great job of putting purging spiritual exploration...
Recognising our personal journey, reminds me of the idea in physics that you could see the universe in a grain of sand or drop of water. The solopsism of seeing the pattern or the opportunity for spirituality in our own dropler...
Beautiful ❤️
That’s very kind. Thank you Paolo. ❤️
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Beautiful David ❤
Thank you Vicki. Appreciated. <3
Man, you reminded me of Moriarty/O'Donoghue/Whyte with this bit - anglo-irish mysticism, without any of the false trappings of cultures we weren't born to. I think you should find somewhere to publish this a type of poetry.
Beautiful. A few thoughts come up reading this ... around the builders and you early days on building sites; your visceral capture of it, the link to a feeling and experience as opposed to a traditional memory... makes it a powerful shared experience. Thank you so much <3
Man that’s some fine company you’ve put me in. 🙏🏼
To be at a diner table with those 3 would be quite something. Although I’d feel like a child listening to the adults.
I’m going to make a note of “false trappings of cultures we weren’t born into”. I think i am always tempted to put something of an ‘exotic’ lens on my writing. Somehow, sand, cigarettes and cement are part of my ‘spiritual’ journey even if I’d rather that wasn’t the case.
Interestingly, I naturally struggle with traditional memory. Images of events almost nonexistent but feelings leave their own fingerprint I’m learning. I may well have picked that up from you in fact. Feeling the lingering sensation of the hand that’s no longer on the thigh.
Millions of readers I don’t have but I’d wager I have the deepest of readers and I wouldn’t want it any other way! I’m very lucky!
Thank you 🙏🏼
I imagine those fellas to be fellas disarming at the table. :)
The industrial revolution, Christianity in its forms did a great job of putting purging spiritual exploration...
Recognising our personal journey, reminds me of the idea in physics that you could see the universe in a grain of sand or drop of water. The solopsism of seeing the pattern or the opportunity for spirituality in our own dropler...
Aye for sure.
Maybe I’m manifesting disarming Irish men 😅 but since writing this, I’ve discovered the reassuring rhythm and soothing tone of Michael Harding. 💚
is dropler an engineering term? 🤔