An action this month, would have disturbed me as a young man, I’d have seen it as proof that I wasn’t being true to myself. In those days compromise was a sullied word, things were black&white, the grey area between ‘right and wrong’ was most of society’s terrain and that was what was wrong with the world. In my view, everyone would benefit from being more direct so that they knew where they stood. People in England saw me as odd. At college, one of the tutors took me aside a

Life is so often a sod. In the village that we’ve not long left, nine people died in a six week period, rocking the small community’s spirit. Two men in their eighties, both fit, vitally alert and as young in their activities as forty year olds, said, “It looks like our turn is next.” I well know the feeling. You set your mind to accept the inevitable, you make sure you glean the best from each hour, not knowing if you’ll make the following one. You ensure love and compassion

People are talking about it all over the world, and they are doing so because we are so caught up in a time which counts every minute as cash and so, rushed to deliver, we speed about with little time to linger. It is in dawdling that we are enriched, not by wanting instant wealth, as seen on TV or the Internet. It is in slowing down that we are able to be human, rather than automatums. Kindness is under rated. I’m not the only one thinking this in this weird period of histor