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05 September 2015


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Interesting. One of our real-life friends has posted some vitriolic comments about 'migrants' (why is there a persistence in labeling people like this?)that frankly have astounded me. Some are almost fascist in tone and certainly not the person we thought she was and this is quite saddening in that I am finding it difficult to maintain a friendship under these circumstances.

Clearly, people are entitled to their own opinions, but there does seem to be little recognition that by broadcasting (or as Facebook quaintly puts it, sharing) them in this fashion risks cutting them off from real friends and establish a distinctly odious persona.

Your Mum would have had the correct view, it is great for keeping up with family news etc., but keep a finger poised over that delete button!

It has certainly proved to be a divisive issue, Bob, and puts one's own values to the test. But, as you say, it is the tone of those who take a different view that has proved so shocking and, in some cases, unexpected. By the same token, it has strengthened the connections between those of us who hold similar views - it's that good feeling of 'I'm not alone in this!'

An Afrikaans proverb comes to mind: 'Die appel val nie ver van die boom nie.'
It translates as 'the apple falls not far from the tree' and it means that a child often looks and acts like the parent. Kindness and compassion are the surely some of the family apples here.

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Thought for life

  • The House of Breath, William Goyen
    We are the carriers of lives and legends - who knows the unseen frescoes on the private walls of the skull?

Thinking about . . .

  • Daniel Klein, Travels with Epicurus
    I too listen to music more and more. Throughout my life, music has stirred me more than any other art form, and now, in old age, I find myself listening to it almost every evening, usually alone, for hours at a time.
  • Julia Blackburn, Thin Paths
    I began writing because I liked to write things down. I learnt foreign languages because they seemed to enter my head by a process of osmosis.
  • Joan Bakewell, Stop the Clocks
    I live contentedly alone. It's better that way and I am often thoughtful about what has been and what might have been. There are many like me.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Oh to be reborn within the pages of a book.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Why is it that we lose the things we love, and things cavalier cling to us and will be the measure of our worth after we’re gone?
  • Judith Kerr, Observer Magazine, 22 November 2015
    I don't believe in God. I find it much easier to believe in ancestors. I like to imagine they are pointing us in the right direction.

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