Correspondence

It Is Mostly A Fake Life

For a while, many years ago, I had a web site which covered the idea of letter writing, of how to frame a letter, who to contact, what to write about. It was a moderate success, but didn’t really satisfy the need. Rather, I discovered, it covered all those platitudes which every other site sets…


The First Things Which Suffer Are The Pleasures Of The Mind

I’m not sure that I would, in my advanced years, be a good pupil when it comes to learning how to play a musical instrument. As a child it was something which was expected: music was a major part of the educational system, and anyone who did not take part was looked at as if…


He Tries His Wings In Short Excursions

There is no doubt in my mind but that we are all seeking some form of wisdom in the best way that we can, through any means which are available to us. That wisdom could be the highest plane available, on the meaning of Life, on Truth, Justice and Virtue, or it could also be…


Shrouded In The Mists Of Uncertainty

I think it fair to say that any move toward something new is tough to begin with, in taking up the final thread in your letter. We all stand at the base of a long ladder whose top is, perhaps, shrouded in the mists of uncertainty, and are not sure whether to climb, or remain…


We Are All Individual, With Our Own Lives And Thoughts

Even before I really get down to the pleasure of writing a reply, there is something that has been plaguing me, has been bothering my mind since I read your letter on Saturday, and it is best described as an intense feeling of disappointment. Letter writing is such a personal action, where a single friend…


Surrounded By A Wealth Of Inspiration

Sitting at my small writing desk, surrounded by a wealth of inspiration in book form, and the experience of years within my mind, my thoughts turned recently to the idea of the generation gap, and how difficult it must be for those considerably younger than ourselves to set themselves in front of a blank sheet…


I Envy You

I envy you. You might think that this is a very strange way to begin a letter to anyone, and especially to a person the writer does not even know, but it sums up my feelings in a far better manner than a longer sentence could ever manage, although I am, of course, the only…


There Was A Delicious Feeling Of Something Strange

I am trying to remember which was better, which was worse, all those years ago: the anticipation of receiving a letter from someone new, or known, or the actual receiving of the letter as a physical entity. The emotions surrounding both were, of course, completely different, and it is hard to compare one to the…


Everything That She Hears Is Fresh And New

Earlier today I told a young woman that I was jealous of her only just discovering the work and talent of Joan Baez, who I have been following avidly for several decades. For her, I wrote, everything that she hears is fresh and new, whereas for me they merely rekindle memories of past times, and…


If You Are Afraid Of Loneliness, Don’t Marry

The things two people have in common tend to make them as interesting to one another as the many interests that seem to diverge and to separate them, push them apart, on the surface at least. We often seek out those who we can relate to, those who have similar interests, experiences, a life-style that…


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