The invitation of winter is to reconnect with the lost and wounded parts of yourself that hold the seeds of a new spring.
— From The Wilderness That Bears Your Name by James A. Pearson 📚
Started reading: The Wilderness That Bears Your Name by James A. Pearson 📚
Miha Kralj, a Slovene composer and performer, in what was then a Yugoslavian hotel, back in the early 80s. We stayed there on holiday when I was a lad and came home with one of his LPs, Odyssey, which I still have…
A school friend, Stephen Kent, in my bedroom in Scotland, back in the early 80s. I’ve long lost any contact with him — but look at that Star Wars wallpaper.
Getting some work done in the library of the RSA House. I’ve been a Fellow for years, but I’ve slipped out of the habit of using the venue.
