• Tony Holden

Lost for words

I was talking with a long-term friend on Skype and stumbled for a word. Indeed, I paused and admitted I’d lost the word – it was ‘postcode!’ He commented with a big smile: “It’s not often you are lost for words Tony.” In amongst all the words and images – from sound advice to vile hatred for other humans – we look for words of encouragement. For hope. For a way out or through. No doubt there are as many responses as people and ideologies. But for me survival and fulfilment is all too often about being able to change; being able to adapt; being able to focus on practical processes. But right now, to use an ordinary phrase, “that’s easier said than done.”

22 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

We often watch TV documentaries where experts comment on some visual object. It’s not as easy to show people communicating their enjoyment or criticism of some particular book. I have my store of sele

Sometimes when hurt and loss and anxieties come at you “thick and fast” – you hear those long-remembered voices of despair [“not to be born is the most to be desired”]. Or words of accusation [“As fli