Past and Future Travels.

No particular date significance today, just my occasional self assessment piqued by reading what others write. Today I read about Louise’s progress and got to thinking about myself and where I’ve been recently:
“Recovery takes time. I am glad to see the pain of the last year behind me, but through it I have learnt a lot about myself that I would not have otherwise – what I need, what I can do, and what I must be careful of.”

It is good to look back and see progress and so much more. It is much easier to do so when you are in a positive frame of mind.
“Why is that?” I hear you ask.

Well, I am halfway through being home alone for 10 days and it has let my stress and anxiety levels drop and given my thoughts and emotions space to breathe. Space to breathe. I knew it was necessary but had just not found the way to make that space. Now I am experiencing the benefit. And there is more time-out to come…

But back to now. I had a great catchup and chat with a friend last week (see my poem) and then a great weekend of playing board games with friends on International TableTop Day and being productive around the house outside in the sun.

And next there’s this thing that I’m looking forward to. A two week visit to my little sister in London. It’s a serious undertaking to be travelling for around 30 hours to get from one continent & hemisphere to the other. Nonetheless I will be arriving in the morning of 15th May and leaving in the evening of the 28th. No firm plans yet other than a Nigel Kennedy concert on the first Saturday night and lunch in the shard on Sunday. Planning on heading North for a visit to Scotland in there somewhere.

Now, it’s about you! If you live in the UK (or willing to cross paths there) I’d love to catch up with my fellow writers. I know a few of you reside in that part of the world and a few of you I have no idea where you are based. Plans are already afoot to catch up with one poet/writer in London, so if you would like to meet me, I would be delighted to meet you. Whether over your favourite beverage or a meal or checking out a museum – I’m open to options.

In any event, please send me your suggestions for things to see and do.
And don’t feel left out my friends in the American continent. I will get there one day too, I promise!.

You may email me directly (see my about page for contact form or just email wbdeejay [at] gmail dot com) or just comment here if you have suggestions. Your turn…



Empty Shoes.

Walk in your shoes
Get to know you
They are a size big or two
Always bigger than me were you

I look up to you
Even more, now that I miss you
The stories I hear now
Tell me so much I never knew

I always knew the similarities
Matching pieces of personality
Some used to upset me
But now I hold them dearly

What you did that upset many
I understand I can see your view
Don’t agree with it
But in so much your heart was true
And this is what I remember
Of you


[This was inspired by looking through my father’s shoe collection – many old, some unworn, mostly practical work boots – more reminiscing and seeing photographs of a happy young man. (Photograph by me of a couple of the items). The poem’s structure is a bit rough, but I can’t change it without, you know, changing it. And it’s like my memories of him, good or bad, they are all I have now, so I will learn to love them all.]