Recently, I had the chance to watch Shadowlands, the deeply moving film starring Anthony Hopkins, among others. From the outset, I knew I wouldn’t make it through without a lump forming in my throat or my eyes welling up. And I was right - especially given the fragile state of my emotions lately. The film, after … Continue reading Lewis’ Surprised by Joy
Author: Robert
A fifty-something, retired Celestial Travel Agent and Afterlife Preparation Specialist. Walked many paths; some good, lots bad. Meandering through a difficult past, plodding in the present, crawling toward the future. I've studied English Literature, and hold a BA (Hons) Hum. (History & Art History) & MA (Humanities with English Literature)
Oh, Kiss Me, Autumn
Autumn has arrived. Last night, plagued by restless sleep, I found myself unable to surrender to slumber. Instead, I toyed with words, letting them tumble and twist, a late-night distraction born of weary thoughts. What began as a simple exercise in the haze of sleeplessness soon transformed, and somewhere amidst that nocturnal rambling, a poem … Continue reading Oh, Kiss Me, Autumn
Hamlet’s Mourning Duties
In recent weeks, I’ve found it increasingly difficult to sit and focus on any substantial reading. Instead, I’ve resorted to cherry-picking snippets here and there, if only to fill the hours. Given the events of the past month, my thoughts have been heavily preoccupied with mortality, and much of my reading has taken on a … Continue reading Hamlet’s Mourning Duties
A Grief Observed: C.S. Lewis’ Journey Through Mourning
After a brief and reluctant pause, I return, though my steps feel heavier, my spirit a bit more subdued. In the last month, I lost my father, and though time has continued its relentless march, it feels like a blurred stretch of restless nights and days that blend together. The weight of this loss is … Continue reading A Grief Observed: C.S. Lewis’ Journey Through Mourning
My Cherished Father
Dad with Nobby - England 1966 World Cup winner In recent nights, I have found myself devoid of the energy or inclination to edit or write. On Friday evening, around 7:30 pm, I held my cherished father as he slipped away. My heart is heavy with sorrow. Though my father had been afflicted with a … Continue reading My Cherished Father
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