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07 Dec, 2012

Grieving, three months on.

I remember being told that grief would not even peak until three months after mum died. I remember thinking that perhaps this woman, the mother of an old friend, who told me this was being mean spirited. I've never had a great relationship with my friend's mother, but this is mainly due to one event thirty years ago, when I was playing with one of her sons, a few years younger than my ten years, and let him crash an improvised go-kart in her back yard.

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06 Dec, 2012

In Pokhara, in the west of Nepal, there's a few blocks of tightly erected hostels for tourists. One one street corner there is a sign pole so heavily festooned with the dozens of hostel names that it sags under the weight.
Many of the names are from the sixties/seventies era when Nepal really opened to the West with the coming of the hippy. An overland Silk Road trail, up through India, to Delhi, north east to Gorakhpur on Nepal and India's border, a little border town that grew unrecognisably from my first visit in 1993 to my next in 2011.

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30 Nov, 2011

So, yes. You'd think, that after a six month dry spell, the words would be pouring onto the page. I had envisaged a page-a-day festival of outpoured soul, going on for months.


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